Chapter 1282: The Brave One Wins when We Meet on a Narrow Road

Yuwan noticed the change in the battle situation.

He had been fighting with the mentality of knocking off the opponent's front teeth even if he died in battle, but the pressure caused by the opponent was lower than he expected.

When fighting the devil on the fertile plain, the pressure on the battlefield almost made it hard for him to breathe. He only had the thought of shooting in his head, and his whole body was as stiff as a stone. But now, he still has the energy to observe the situation of his teammates and attackers, and think about the possible actions the other party may take.

After several charges were forced back, the enemy's movements seemed much slower.

The most obvious point is that the gap between the first army's concentrated firing has been greatly lengthened - in order to save ammunition, they usually only fire intensively when the noble army launches a charge, but the last concentrated firing was basically an hour ago.

When the opponent does not send additional reinforcements, this "stalemate" of neither advancing nor retreating is definitely a taboo. After all, the First Army was in a commanding semi-sloping position and was covered by a sand and gravel barracks, so its advantage in shooting was far greater than that of its opponent.

He didn't quite understand why the noble commander would make such a choice - unlike cold weapon combat, no contact did not mean that there was no battle. The attackers were under the pressure of being shot at all times. Morale was definitely a blow.

This is evidence that some front lines did not advance but retreated. Yuwan saw with his own eyes that the crouching position of some people was nearly a hundred meters back from the position where they were originally placed. Now the entire front line was as jagged as a twisting wave.

This also revealed that the attackers were not a complete unit, but a temporary patchwork of several teams.

In addition, Yuwan also noticed that the enemy might not be that good at fighting with muskets. Although there were obvious traces of imitating the First Army, they did not exert the expected effect of the weapons in their hands.

Otherwise they wouldn't have been able to persist until now.

Although it sounds incredible, no one in the team has been killed so far, and only five people have been injured.

This can no longer be explained simply by luck.

"Can anyone give me some bullets? I'm almost out of them!"

"Me too, I only have the last clip in my hand."

"Squad leader, what should we do next?" Hansen bent over and ran back and asked, "There are no living enemies next to the machine gun. How about we wait until nightfall to retreat?"

Yu Wan looked up at the sky. It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon. The sun sets relatively quickly in late autumn, and it would be dark in another hour and a half. At that time, the threat from enemy firearms will be greatly reduced, and even if you operate with your back facing direct fire, there is still a chance.

But perhaps because he had escaped too much before, he always thought more about retreat.

It is true that night weakened the accuracy of the muskets, but the First Army would also lose its greatest support. More importantly, if the enemy regains their morale due to this move and follows them in pursuit, can they repel the opponent again?

Of course, if there is enough ammunition, the team may be able to complete the extraction before the attackers can react. However, based on the current situation, the nobles should soon notice that the shooting frequency in the camp is no longer what it was before, and it will not be difficult to guess their next move.

What's more, two of the five injured were seriously injured. Retreating with injured teammates would inevitably slow down the speed further.

As for abandoning his teammates, Yuwan asked himself that he couldn't do it.

He hesitated again and again, and finally made up his mind, "Call everyone else over, I have something to say."

After a while, Hansen gathered all his teammates scattered on the front line.

The enemy didn't seem to notice that the First Army's shooting points were concentrated. They still lay down on the grass and only occasionally raised their guns to fire a shot, which strengthened Yuwan's belief.

He briefly described the situation, then looked around at everyone, "Your Majesty often says that offense is always the best defense. If we can defeat these nobles in one fell swoop, then we will not have any worries whether we leave or stay. And if we do the opposite, If we come over, we may give the enemy a chance to bite back. Now is the time to make a decision. We can leave our destiny to the enemy, or we can control it ourselves. I want to hear what everyone thinks now of."

"Squad leader, do you mean... let us take the initiative?" Hansen couldn't help but be stunned. "The other party has far more people than us."

"I have thought about it. They seem to have a numerical advantage, but most of them have no intention of fighting. Just shooting from a long distance cannot make the enemy intuitively aware of their defeat. If we can defeat one of their strongest teams, Maybe we can completely destroy the opponent’s will to fight!”

"But we don't have many bullets anymore..."

"The First Army is not an army that can only fight with guns. This is emphasized in the "Operation Manual."" Yuwan said in a condensed voice.

After everyone was silent for a moment, Hansen was the first to speak, "I listen to you."

"Yes, monitor, I don't want to leave anyone behind."

"Either everyone leaves, or everyone stays."

"Give the order, squad leader!"

everyone shouted.

Yuwan nodded solemnly. If it were before, he would never have thought that he would make such a decision. After only four years in the army, he felt that something had indeed changed in him.

"You're not a coward."

A melodious and sweet voice reappeared in my ears.

He took a deep breath and said word by word, "Everyone, bayonets!"

From the oldest flintlock rifle to the bolt-action rifle, the structure of the gun body has changed a lot, but the bayonet has never been cancelled. If there is any difference, it is that it is better to use than before.

The soldiers all pulled out their sabers from their scabbards and inserted them into the latches.

Yu Wan inserted the last magazine into the gun chamber, raised his arms and shouted, "Follow me!"

He was the first to climb out of camp.

Other teammates followed closely and rushed toward the enemy closest to the front!

The opponents obviously haven't realized what happened. Many of them didn't even get up from the ground immediately, but continued to shoot at the rushing First Army with poor postures as if inertia.

The fish ball was ready to be shot, but the expected sting never came. The distance of more than a hundred meters was approaching in an instant. At this time, the enemy stood up as if awakened from a dream, holding the The bare rifle stood there stupidly, as if it didn't know what to do.

He stuck the bayonet into the chest of the first enemy in the same posture as he had trained -

"kill!"

His teammates also swarmed up and rushed into the crowd while going down the mountain.

The cry of killing suddenly resounded halfway up the hillside!

Fishball stabbed one down, shot and killed another, then turned around and stabbed the third, only to find that there were no new targets around him.

He looked around and realized that the enemy had begun to flee.

They probably didn't expect that the First Army would rush out of the camp at this time and start a close fight with them. The last tense string in their hearts suddenly broke.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.

The aristocratic coalition, which had been gritting its teeth for a long time, failed to resist even a few moments before the entire line collapsed. When the front team fled, panic spread throughout the entire army like a plague. Those teams that were already retreating dropped their weapons and fled down the mountain in a panic. Many people even lost their footing and rolled down, knocking down a bunch of accomplices who were running ahead.

When those heavy machine guns fell into the hands of the First Army and they turned their guns to shoot at the crowd of people running down the mountain, the enemy hated themselves even more for missing two legs. If it weren't for the fact that the machine gun didn't have many bullets, they might not even be able to escape from here.

Yu Wan didn't know how far he chased until his legs became weak and he slowly stopped.

All the enemies still alive on the hillside had knelt down and raised their hands in surrender. The nobles who had been lingering at the rear were running faster than anyone else. It was almost impossible to see them anymore.

He clenched his fists hard, and there seemed to be an indescribable joy in his heart.

But before he could taste it carefully, his excited teammates rushed him and threw him to the ground, "Squad leader, we won!"

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Long live the First Army!"

He was lifted up by everyone and then thrown high into the air.

Yes, they won.

Everyone survived, and there couldn't have been a better ending.

Yuwan opened his hands to the setting sun and joined everyone in the shouts of celebrating victory.

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