Eighty-Two Giant Horse Cavalry

"Whoosh!" A bullet flew past General Morse's face, and that feeling really made him very bad. Before charging, he had simulated the situation he was going to face countless times in his mind, but when he really rushed in front of the Alan Hill Grenadiers, he realized that he had underestimated his opponent.

"Neigh..." A knight beside him, the warhorse under his crotch made a neigh, and then fell to the ground, and together with the knight behind him, fell to the iron hooves of the giant horse behind him.

The knight who followed General Moss didn't even let out a scream, but was trampled on the head by the horse behind him. Then more iron hooves smashed the corpse of him and his warhorse.

However, the knights who were knocked down were still in the minority. After all, they were wearing heavy armor and had magical protection on their bodies. After about a hundred knights fell, they crashed into the defense line of the 13th Regiment of Alan Hill. .

"Ha!" As if to vent his hatred, the giant horse knight of the Holy Demon Empire at the forefront provoked an Alan Hill grenadier with a shot, and then swung his spear to shoot the second grenade without armor. The soldier wore his gun.

The other cavalrymen who followed him only used a face-to-face time to knock down all the Alan Hill Grenadiers around him. The style of painting on the battlefield has changed abruptly. The one-sided slaughter just now has turned into a bloody slaughter on both sides.

"Kill!" The heavy armored cavalry in the crowd was simply the most powerful slaughtering machine. Wherever they passed, all the soldiers of Ailan Hill fell to the ground. The ground is covered with blood, and there are stumps everywhere. This scene has happened countless times in the millennium, and it does not seem very strange that this time is more.

"Bah!" The Alan Hill grenadiers with weapons were still performing their duties, and they were still firing at the cavalry that had already rushed into their phalanx. Their bullets were more lethal at close range, knocking down more Holy Demon Imperial cavalry.

However, because of the need for reloading, these counterattacks are obviously less effective than the cavalry's impact. The more and more Ailan Hill's soldiers died, the three square formations formed by a battalion of hundreds of soldiers were quickly strangled by the meat grinder formed by these giant horses.

"Fight with them!" Among the remaining soldiers, an Alan Hill grenadier saw the huge cavalry colliding, and pulled all the three grenades off the fuse. He shouted and jumped over his comrades and rushed towards the cavalry, then closed his eyes.

"Boom!" The three grenades exploded almost at the same time, forming a rainstorm of steel beside the giant horse rider. The shrapnel pierced through the muscles of the giant horse and through the gaps in the knight's armor.

The knight fell on his side with his steed, with the shards of the Alan Hill grenadier who had perished beside him. With this explosion, more grenadiers showed their grenades, either throwing or holding them forward, and the entire defense line exploded one after another.

The 13th regiment was an early formation of the garrison regiment, and it was about to be promoted to the main force. Not to mention the combat effectiveness of the soldiers, the training is also very sufficient. In the face of the onslaught of the enemy, they showed unprecedented courage.

However, because the area of ​​the frontal impact was not large, it was almost only the 2 battalions of the 13th Regiment who really fought against the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire. Now that the 2nd Battalion has been almost completely wiped out, Alan Hill's first line of defense has been completely pierced by the Holy Demon Empire.

"The Holy Demon Empire will win!" Holding a spear full of blood, General Moss ignored his blood and shouted loudly. how many years? How many years have you not felt such a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction after defeating an army of mortals? He could hardly remember it himself.

However, defeating the troop in front of him once again ignited his desire to win, and that kind of uneasy passion for charging into battle. This feeling excited him, filled him with strength,

It also made him want to completely destroy the army in front of him.

"Kill! Don't leave one! Assemble the troops! Continue to attack!" Turning his horse around, General Moss ordered loudly to the cavalry following him.

More and more cavalrymen gathered, passed over the corpses on the ground and the fallen Alan Hill flag, and began to attack the second line of defense. Now the magic cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire has also killed red eyes, and all they are thinking about is to tear up all the mortals on the opposite side.

Almost in the shock just now, I lost a full 300 excellent giant horse cavalry on my side, which is almost the same as the loss of Alan Hill Grenadiers! This is absolutely unacceptable to the Holy Demon Empire, and of course they want justice.

On the distant hillside, General Chris and Wilkes were also shocked by the attacking power of the magic cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire. At the moment when these cavalry rushed into the line of defense of the 13th regiment, both Chris and Wilkes knew that the first line of defense was over.

"Damn it! Why hasn't the Dragon Knight appeared yet? Isn't it a good time for them to join the fight?" Chris looked at Wilkes beside him with anxiety and asked.

When it comes to combat, although he has strong theory, his experience is pitiful. He has never seen such a huge loss of his own side, nor has he experienced such a stalemate battle situation. So when encountering this kind of problem, he can only ask the generals around him to ask questions.

"The last time those dragon knights attacked our troops, witnesses claimed that there were only 3 dragons..." Wilkes said, "They may have withdrawn because of heavy losses."

"It's also possible that more dragon knights will come!" Chris said a little uncertainly. He didn't know whether he should continue to insist that all the heavy firepower continue to be on air alert, or should he divert some heavy firepower to destroy the Knights of the Holy Demon Empire in front of him.

"Let the heavy machine gun troops enter the position!" Wilkes made his choice: "Your Majesty! If the front is penetrated by these giant horse knights, we don't have to wait for the dragon knights to appear."

Chris nodded, knowing that he still didn't have such experience in emergency situations, so he said, "General Wilkes, I'll give you the command of this battle! I still won't intervene!"

"Yes! Your Majesty!" Wilkes replied while riding his horse, pressing his right fist on his chest and bowing his head.

Then he turned around and gave an order to the officer behind him: "Let the heavy machine gun unit press forward! Move the two anti-aircraft guns to the front! The opponent is attacking the front of the guards! Hit the opponent back!"

"Yes!" After the officer saluted, he immediately drove his horse away. Immediately afterward, from the position of the 1st regiment, there was a neat shout: "Long live Ailan Hill! Fight for your majesty!"

"Go on the bayonet!" A company commander drew out his long sword and ordered loudly to the soldiers under his command. Following his order, a row of soldiers neatly pulled out their bayonets and inserted the bayonet into their rifles with almost the same action.

In the sun, the bayonet fence gleamed, and the striking white Arabic numerals on the side of the M42 steel helmet marked the difference of this unit: "1". This 1 represents the most powerful combat power of Ailan Hill, and this 1 represents that behind them is the great His Majesty Chris.

"Dang bang bang bang." In the sound of orders, the heavy machine guns dragged by the horses were pushed to almost the same row as the soldiers, and then the carriages began to turn around, revealing the steel shield on the tail bracket. Maxim heavy machine gun.

The deputy shooter connected the precious rubber tube to the water-cooled barrel, and the prepared cold water was poured into the barrel. With the clatter of pulling the bolt, every heavy machine gun was ready for battle.

On the opposite side of them, the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire had already started their charge. This time, they were closer to the Alan Hill Grenadiers, only about 300 meters away. As long as they dashed across this empty flat, a great victory awaited them.

"Attack!" With an order, the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire started their attack again. They had just replenished their magic power, raised their defense to the maximum, and then charged at twice the speed of ordinary cavalry. to those Alan Hill soldiers who looked very weak.

"Fire!" Inside Ellen Hill's army formation, the commander of the 1st regiment, Walter, gave a cold order with a blank expression. Like his orders, the icy muzzles of the soldiers of the 1st regiment were aimed at the approaching targets.

"Tutu! Tutu!" Without any hesitation, the heavy machine gun roared, and more dense bullets swept towards the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire. Countless bullets hit the iron armor of the Holy Demon Empire's cavalry, splashing a dazzling spark on it. .

It was really like facing a tank. Chris saw the cavalry in the distance who were not afraid of bullets, and he was full of envy and love: If he could have such a force, maybe before the tank was developed, maybe Tactics like blitzkrieg can now be used.

It's a pity that these expensive and powerful cavalry belong to the enemy's camp... This is really bad news, a regrettable news. For Chris, since it can't be used for himself, it has to be destroyed.

"Ah!" Another giant horse cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire was shot down and dismounted. When facing the machine gun, the giant horse cavalry, which seemed to be strong, finally began to fall down exponentially. General Moss, who had already lost 300 cavalry, just calculated casually and knew that this time he wanted to get close to the enemies who were constantly breathing fire, and at least 1,000 people would be lost...

Three bullets hit General Morse almost simultaneously. The bullets were deflected by the arc of the magic defense and armor, but General Morse felt the powerful force that shook his heart.

He finally suppressed that uncomfortable feeling, and whispered in his mouth what he wanted most: "Victory!"