Eighty-Four More Ammo
"Damn it! They have already been penetrated by the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire. How can these remaining defeated soldiers be so difficult to bite?" Wiping the smoke on his face, General Zon asked angrily with his long sword. their own men.
Just now, his 1,000-man defense collapsed in front of the defense line of the 13th Regiment of Ireland Hill. The other party seemed to have an endless supply of ammunition, and seemed to have no idea what fear was.
"Again! Let another phalanx come up and charge me! If we don't kill this army today, we Arlanteans will be wiped out!" He pointed at Ailan who was still flying in the distance with his long sword King Hill flag, General Zorn shouted hysterically.
With his shouts, more soldiers of the Arlantean Empire rushed to the front line, attacking the line of defense of the 13th Regiment of Alan Hill, which had been disrupted and shaky but never completely broken.
"Bah!" He fired another bullet at the rushing Arrant soldier, and the already numb Alan Hill grenadier found the same feeling of hitting a target again.
He just saw that the flanking brothers were penetrated by those terrifying cavalry, and even had an inexplicable fear, but the subsequent battle once again became a familiar appearance to him, which made his hanging heart, It fell back to its original place.
The battle in front of him was no longer so thrilling. The enemy at a distance of 300 meters could not take a step forward, and would be penetrated by bullets and stacked there. Now there is almost a wall of flesh, a hill made of corpses.
Behind the wall where the corpses were accumulating, the Arrant soldiers kept climbing, and on the other side of the wall was a long slope where the Arrant soldiers fell and rolled.
All the Arlantean soldiers marched hard on the corpse. They walked hard step by step, and then fell down on the corpse after being hit by bullets, turning into some kind of quagmire-like obstruction fortification that hindered the comrades behind them from moving forward. .
At least 3,000 soldiers fell on the way to attack, and some soldiers were killed by artillery shells when they launched the attack-in the case of heavy losses, only the dead soldiers such as the Royal Guards can continue to fight.
Even so, the soldiers of the Arlantean Empire were unable to shake the front of the dilapidated Alan Hill troops, and they were beaten back by detouring from the side, and in the end they just left more corpses.
The battle has been fought till now, and these Arlant's troops still don't know whether the Holy Demon Empire's cavalry that rushed into the Ailan Hill array has slaughtered the Ailan Hill's central army and the rear team. Wait, wait for the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire who have turned their horses and come back, can help them defeat these tenacious Alan Hill grenadiers in front of them.
"What's going on? If the Holy Demon Empire's cavalry has succeeded, why haven't they killed them yet?" Zon, who was already a little desperate, couldn't convince his shaken himself, so he could only turn around and ask the officers around him.
"My lord, how long has it been... Maybe, maybe, they have already smashed through the formation of the Alan Hill army, and they have already killed the back team?" road.
He knew that his coach was in disarray and could no longer judge the situation in front of him. Now he can only do his best to obey the destiny, waiting for the last miracle to happen, or usher in a terrifying rout.
"What happened? Where are the magic cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire that rushed into the formation? Why haven't they killed them yet? Why haven't they killed them yet?" After just a few seconds, Zon once again Unable to hold his breath, he questioned the adjutant beside him again.
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, nothing to worry about. !"
Before this war,
No mortal yet capable of fighting the hordes of dragon knights? The results of it? Isn't the dragon head of those dragon knights still hanging on the head of Maricha City? General Zon cursed inwardly, but 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 would 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 Yarant, but a steel plate, a hot steel plate full of spikes! If you bite down, you will not only lose a few teeth, but even lose your life.
Once again, Zon asked a tiresome question: "Why didn't the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire turn back? Can you send someone to contact us? Quickly send someone to see what happened?"
Just when Zon was about to collapse, a general rushed over and brought him a piece of good news: "Sir! General! The other side's gunfire is sparse! The other side's gunfire is weaker!"
After losing tens of thousands of people, Arrant'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 Ireland Hill. Now that the other party has no decent long-range killing weapons, it is the soldiers of the Arrant Empire to play.
"Attack! Attack! The whole army is pressed!" Zon, who heard the good news, finally calmed down. He laughed and ordered the general attack, even pushing his own reserve team to the front.
"The ammunition is out!" An officer with a stained face pressed his long sword and stood in front of the 13th regiment commander to report: "Two more rounds, and we only have grenades and bayonets."
"Let the enemy come close! Prepare grenades! The whole regiment has bayonets! We have to hold on until the last moment! For Alan Hill!"
Behind him, the black Ailan Hill king flag still fluttered in the wind, as if to prove something.
"Long live Alan Hill!" All the soldiers took out their bayonets and installed them on their rifles, and then roared neatly. They stared at the Arlantean soldiers who were approaching in the distance, and their eyes were full of disdain.
"Prepare for battle!" The officers shouted one after another, and the soldiers in the first row had already drawn their grenades from their chests. Listening to the dull sound of war drums coming from the opposite side, they were ready to fight until the last moment.
"Arlant will win!" In the distance, the Arlant troop, which had invested more soldiers in the attack, also roared to encourage morale. They were more numerous and their shouts were louder. They, who have been suppressed all the time, seem to use this method to vent the anger in their hearts.
"It's not the way to go on like this... If the opponent advances to the distance of the grenade battle, the opponent's archers will play a role." A company commander frowned and looked at the approaching enemy army, and muttered uncomfortably.
In fact, everyone knows that once you let so many enemies approach, what will be the outcome of what awaits them - not to mention the deadly bow and arrow, that is, when it comes to melee combat capabilities, only three-axe bayonet tactics The Alan Hill Grenadiers were also far from the opponents of the traditional soldiers of the Arlantean army.
As long as the soldiers are in close contact, the loss ratio will be reversed immediately. About two or three Grenadiers of Alan Hill can replace one heavy infantry of the Arrant Empire. It only takes a few short tens of minutes, and the entire 13th regiment may be overwhelmed by the Arrant forces.
The next second, behind the 13th Regiment of Ireland Hill, a complete line of soldiers went up to the high ground with bayonets. There was a lively drumbeat behind them, and blood remained on their bayonets.
These soldiers stepped forward neatly and formed a Great Wall with their bodies. Behind them, followed by the heavy machine guns dragged by the warhorses, and the 30mm anti-aircraft artillery with the barrels raised high.
"Long live Ailan Hill!" Not only the soldiers of the 1st regiment, but also the 3rd regiment launched a counterattack accompanied by drum beats. These mortals stepped on the corpses of the magic cavalry, killed all the wounded of the Holy Demon Empire, and finally reached the line of defense garrisoned by the 13th Regiment.
"Need help?" Riding on the warhorse, the head of the 1st regiment, Walter, asked with a smile to the head of the 13th regiment standing under the flagpole of the king's flag: "My troops just passed by, I see you are in trouble."
"Hehehe." The head of the 13th regiment grinned, looked up at the head of the 1st regiment, Walter, and laughed: "You guys came just in time, leave the ammunition and go, we're not tired yet, we can still Fight all day."
Walter nodded: "General Wilkes ordered you to retire. Leave the rest to us!"
"Okay!" The head of the 13th regiment nodded with a smile. He had just seen the battle situation behind him, and knew that the 1st regiment and the 3rd regiment would approach soon. This was the main reason why he insisted on not retreating.
Now, the battlefield is handed over to the 1st and 3rd regiments, and he can finally take a break: "Fight hard! Let these Arrant bastards know what a real battle is."
"They will know, trust me, they will know." Walter looked at the heavy machine gun carriage passing by him, and said of course: "I promise that this battle will be unforgettable for them!"
After finally climbing up the high ground where the bodies were piled up, General Zorn saw the sight of the soldiers of the 1st regiment and the soldiers of the 13th regiment switching defenses. The position that had been silent because of running out of ammunition suddenly became noisy again.
That represents the gunshot of the god of death resounding again, echoing over this wilderness. Then more Alan Hill soldiers took up their weapons, and the heavy machine guns began to roar. A hail of bullets fell in front of the Arrant soldiers, and everything seemed to return to the way it was dozens of minutes ago.
Even more frightening is that this time the enemy has heavy machine guns, more soldiers, more Mauser 98K rifles, and more and more ammunition...
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