Chapter 23 Turning Point

The sun rose in the dark night, and the mushroom cloud rose into the sky. The sudden bright light seemed to penetrate the thick clouds.

The area around the Governor's Mech should be the safest place, guarded by layers of soldiers, but now it presents a hellish scene, with burning flames everywhere, the ground covered with steel debris, and even the earth was shaken. This heavy artillery attack hit the ammunition depot accompanying the Governor's Mech by luck, causing a secondary explosion that destroyed everything around.

The command level and officer level of the Vika Advance Team were all wiped out.

Except for him, the artillery commander who was temporarily promoted, the entire superstructure was turned into rubble under the earth-shaking shot, and the Governor's Mech representing the army flag was left with only two legs of the lower body.

If he hadn't run early, his copy would have ended directly today.

If Ji Lin could check the soldier card at this time, he would find that the morale of the entire Vika Advance Team suddenly turned white.

The morale instantly returned to zero and entered a state of disorganization.

Ji Lin closed the system panel and counted the time on it.

If there is no timer, this one comes with one.

A proper artillery team should have its own clock to adjust the time, and he must get one for his own use when the time comes.

Although he cannot see the organization of other people, he has no difficulty browsing the organization of the two troops directly under his jurisdiction.

[Organization]: 30

Only half is deducted, maintaining a level of combat capability.

The artillery has arrived, so where will the enemy infantry attack from...

"The artillery turns 30 degrees right, the angle is 60, and the scale is 600."

These soldiers have only undergone a short training and can only adjust the position of the mortar according to his instructions. If they have learned a little advanced mathematics, they will know that the coordinates reported by Ji Lin are exactly the edge of the advance team, and they are firing towards the south of the Seta Industrial State without vision.

The entire artillery array was stationed on a small hillside, which has the best view and can see most of the environment near the camp. It is also not close to the Governor's mecha.

He is betting that the enemy will definitely attack from the direction of the city-state.

First, a round of covering shooting.

This is risky, betting on the opponent not to go around him.

Risk is necessary.

He must win the most critical time for the entire army, which may be five minutes, ten minutes, or twenty minutes. His men have immediately set out to the northern garrison area to notify the musketeers and mechanics there, asking them to gather near the artillery.

The mortars that keep firing are the best beacons in the dark.

The marginal troops facing the south have been completely abandoned by him, and only the troops close to the artillery formation have received the notice.

I don’t know if these soldiers are agile enough.

Jeanne also wanted to go, but he pulled her back, saying that he needed a strong person to carry the ammunition. Her natural strength that can knock down more than a dozen strong men is simply amazing when carrying artillery shells.

When the musketeers return from their state of terror to a state where they can fight, he will have a chance of winning.

As if responding to thunder, the panicked musketeers who woke up from their sleep looked at the muffled sounds coming from their own positions in surprise, but many of the musketeers on the edge had been pierced to death by various cold weapons in their sleep. The wine used to motivate the soldiers before the battle turned out to be their last meal.

The pale white light rose from the ground, reflecting the mercenaries who were already covered in blood. In their eyes, the equipment on the Vika musketeers was a good thing that could be sold for a lot of money, and as long as they killed these soldiers, all the equipment would be theirs.

It's not that no soldiers stood up to resist. Two fists are no match for four hands. After blocking one knife, there are dozens of knives attacking him from different directions. In this thorough hand-to-hand combat, the slow-loading guns became a burden.

The panic is contagious. The first thing the musketeers did when they found that there was no supervisor behind them was to run away, just like the classic joke: two people are chased by a tiger, and one person said to the other, we can't run away from the tiger like this, what should we do. The other person said, I just need to outrun you, not the tiger.

Chaos began to spread.

A barrel of dry gunpowder only needs a little spark, and the flames will burn it all in an instant.

Panic spread wildly with the fleeing soldiers.

You can't expect an army that basically follows the tactics of the colonial period to remain calm when it loses the supervisory team and officers in the face of a night attack.

As the mortar slowly and steadily began to make a sound again and again, the guarding musketeers also fired at the darkness in the distance.

The artillery also has a deterrent effect. This shot is basically to fire two shots to give yourself courage. He also specifically asked the musketeers to raise the muzzle a little higher to avoid being hurt by the falling projectiles. It can also prevent the fleeing soldiers from rushing into his own line.

Firing cannons and firing guns into the sky are all means he uses to remind soldiers.

To let the soldiers know that there are still people fighting in this unit and the combat system has not completely collapsed. Although it had actually collapsed completely, the expedition could be declared a failure when the command and the officers connected to the lower levels died together.

The goal was not to attack the enemy, but to curb the trend of fleeing.

There would definitely be deserters in the end. He knew with his ass that these people would not come back if they ran away, but now it would be a good bet if he could bring back as many as possible.

The two white lights that rose up illuminated the earth and pointed him in the direction. He made the right bet.

The enemy will attack from that direction.

If there are really fleeing soldiers rushing into the formation, he also has a way to deal with it. Ji Lin's instructions to all troops are that if there are fleeing soldiers attacking the formation, they are allowed to open fire freely according to the enemy's treatment. His few kindnesses are not for the cannon fodder in these copies. If the fleeing soldiers cannot be contained, the army will collapse.

If they run away in another direction, Ji Lin will not even care about them.

It's a simple matter of life and death.

It feels bad to feel like he is on the side of the bad guys, but he has to fight for survival and the future. This may affect his final assessment test, which is not simple.

With the use of lighting, he can vaguely see the direction of the crowd.

People wearing completely different clothes from the Vika infantry appeared on the battlefield. The blood-stained mercenaries in the night looked like evil spirits.

"Come on."

Put on the bayonet.

The battle that started with hot weapons still ended with the collision of flesh and blood.

He has more than just cold weapons.

Ji Lin showed a sinister expression, which made Jeanna, who was standing beside him, feel a little cold.

"Mortar, adjust the angle to 30 degrees, reduce the charge, listen to my command, and prepare to fire."

The target was pointed straight ahead.

The musket could only fire one shot, but he had plenty of explosives.