Chapter 696: First Floor

The tactic of adding fuel to the fire is courting death.

Fernandez I had already suffered a loss from Derek once, so he certainly couldn't suffer a loss again.

But he still chose to increase his troops without hesitation, and naturally had his own ideas.

The first level, and the simplest purpose, is to launch a larger-scale battle so that the losses will not be wasted.

It happened that the army of the New Holy United Kingdom was ready and could increase its troops at any time.

When the reinforcements did not arrive on the second day, the army of the New Holy United Kingdom launched a larger-scale attack.

One day had made them fully prepared.

The army was fully deployed, and artillery and other supporting firepower had all arrived at their positions.

When the full-line attack began, the roar of artillery did not stop, and the smoke was as foggy as foggy weather.

The mixed-race officers began to drive the silent infantry to charge.

These infantrymen who have been trained for many years at least know how to obey orders and complete some simple tactical actions.

Therefore, the intensity of the battle is very high.

For the Great Xia Empire, not all points can be advantageous.

No matter how strong the fortifications are, they will be knocked down.

Emerald Town, which was in the second line, soon became a battlefield.

Hubble could hear the sound of artillery from the front position on the first day, but it didn't last long before he fell into silence.

To be honest, the sound of artillery of this intensity did not scare him, but made him excited.

But on the second day, the sound of artillery and gunfire continued. At first, everyone didn't think it was a big deal, but there were artillery sounds from time to time even at night, which made people nervous.

By the third day, the battle line was completely in chaos.

War is not a turn-based game, there is no absolute battle line.

That's why there is such a thing as strategic depth.

A distance of fifty miles quickly became a front line in a war of this scale.

Hubble had just calmed down from his excitement when he received a telegram.

"Knight Hubble, the front-line command has ordered: an enemy infantry has broken through the defense line and is heading in our direction. We must attack and intercept them."

Emerald Town is not a strategic location, it only exists as a temporary military camp.

So facing the enemy troops that are interspersed, there is no point in defending at all.

Stop the enemy and prevent the enemy from infiltrating into the rear to destroy or even directly endanger the defense line. This is the primary purpose.

The militia stationed in Emerald Town just took on this task.

Hubble did not hesitate, immediately put on his coat, pulled out a pistol from his waist, and said as he walked: "Gather the troops and set off."

It is called a militia, but in fact there are only more than 700 people, about two battalions.

In addition to standard rifles, many people also prepared their own weapons, such as handy pistols, which are all allowed.

Among them, there is a group of citizens on horseback, who are a little bit mobile.

Because the specific dynamics of the enemy are still unclear, Hubble first released these mobile horse infantry.

According to the news from the front-line command, the infiltrated enemy troops are probably only about 100 people.

Because the scale is not large, it is troublesome.

Sending too many troops to pursue would be a loss.

But letting people infiltrate the rear would cause too much damage and impact.

With a small number of people, Hubble felt more confident.

Compared with others, he had actually been on the battlefield and had seen regimental-level troops firing.

Moreover, he had seen blood many times in his slave hunting career, so he had no psychological barriers.

His current nervousness was more caused by the pressure he was carrying.

"Found it!"

The mounted infantry rushed back and brought good news.

The intelligence from the front-line command was very accurate, and the enemy was heading towards the direction of Emerald Town.

However, the enemy did not seem to have a purposeful infiltration, but seemed to have taken the wrong road, so they were easily discovered by the mounted infantry.

But Hubble didn't care why the enemy came here, now it was all his credit.

The militia quickly set out, and under the guidance of the mounted infantry, they encountered the enemy who was resting.

This was an army that had just withdrawn from the battlefield.

The traces of gunpowder smoke were still very obvious.

They broke through the defense line of the Great Xia Empire and were cut off from the large army in the rear.

Turning around and attacking the defense line at this time, for these 100 people, is courting death.

Even if they stay behind the battlefield for half a day, they will be wiped out.

Their commander was very decisive and led his men directly to the territory of Daxia.

He wanted to go around a big circle, find a place with a weak defense line, and break through the encirclement and go back at night.

If he is lucky, he can find some supplies on the way.

But the idea is good, and the reality is cold.

The detour turned into getting lost, and there was no dry food. If they hadn't found a river and drank a few sips of water, they would be thirsty now.

But the situation is still very bad now. If they continue to rush forward like a headless fly, they will sooner or later run into the hands of the Daxia people.

For these mixed-blood or even pure tool-molecular people, the Daxia people are not good people.

Most of the soldiers sat on the ground to rest, and several officers sat together quietly and whispered.

"Captain, I just noticed some cavalrymen spying from afar. I'm afraid the Daxia people are coming. We need to leave quickly."

"I also know that the Daxia people are coming, but these stupid tools don't want to leave anymore."

Although they are mixed-blood, the officers never think that they are of the same race as the Tool Mo.

They prefer to call themselves Daxia people or people of the Holy Kingdom.

This is the power of cultural identity. Compared with the Tool Mo who has no past, the Daxia race created by the Daxia Empire is obviously more recognized.

Their current trouble is that the infantry who are not full are already in a bad mood. Forcing them to hurry on the road may cause a mutiny.

This may be known to the officers, so after a moment of silence, someone stood up helplessly: "I will take a few people to guard first, you quickly convince them, we have to move as soon as possible."

As mixed-blood officers who have received military training, they still have basic military literacy.

It's just that the quality of the soldiers is a little worse, which makes them helpless.

The officers shouted and scolded and pulled out seven or eight infantrymen. They need to set up observation posts and sniper points a little further away.

Once attacked, they can not only react in advance, but also stop it a little.

Don't think that these few people are useless. In fact, the effect of the sniper point is very good.

He had just arranged it, and his colleagues behind him had already pulled up most of the infantry.

After all, they had just left the sequence not long ago, and they had only missed one meal.

The results of long-term training were still there, much better than they had imagined.

At this moment, an army was approaching from a distance.