Chapter 690 Active Attack

"Stop them from running away!"

Amur waved his sword and roared to give orders!

The orc soldiers around him immediately drew their bows and shot arrows, killing the fleeing human civilians!

There were screams on the battlefield, and countless people fell to the ground, including orcs and civilians.

Joyce frowned.

"I need you to hold here for the time being!"

The Renteria Knight was extremely surprised, "What do you mean? Are you going out to fight?"

"Yes!"

"I advise you to be cautious."

"Thank you!"

Joyce still gave the order, and the soldiers of the third battalion crossed the breastwork and lined up.

Amur laughed loudly. These stupid humans, without the protection of the fortress, how can they fight against their own grassland warriors.

"Warriors, gather together, our glorious moment has come!"

"Roar! Roar!"

There were whistles one after another around him, and the beast-eared warriors widened their eyes, erupting with surging anger, vowing to avenge yesterday's shame.

They no longer cared about the fleeing human civilians and began to gather to prepare for a close combat.

Regular drumbeats sounded on the Austrian positions, and the soldiers marched to the beat of the drums.

"So neat!"

Amur exclaimed, does the human commander have obsessive-compulsive disorder? He must have spent a lot of effort in training.

He had fought in Sunset Valley, and even the royal army from Crystal Glory could not march so neatly.

"Warriors, move forward!"

The orcs also took action under his command.

Boom! Boom!

To Amur's surprise, the strange weapon on Silver Moon Castle made a loud noise again!

Whoosh!

Before they could dodge, several black shadows jumped into the orc team one after another, bouncing and casualties appeared again.

The team was immediately thrown into chaos, and because of the lesson learned yesterday, the soldiers almost subconsciously dispersed.

"These lunatics, aren't they afraid of hitting their own people?"

Amur was shocked and angry. If he was commanding a crossbow, he would definitely not fire when the two sides were close. God knows who would be hit.

He sent a signal and ordered the troops to regroup.

But as long as there were more soldiers gathered in a certain place, the deadly iron bullets would immediately whistle in, forcing them to disperse again.

To Amur's surprise, the human weapons fired many times, but none of them hit their own people.

It can be so accurate!

The Alda artillery was divided into three groups to fire alternately to ensure that a relatively coherent firepower could be maintained.

Because the scale maintained on weekdays is small, they have sufficient ammunition to practice technology. The artillerymen who accompanied the expedition this time are all skilled veterans.

What's more, before the arrival of the orc army, the artillery had conducted a detailed survey and experimental shooting of the area in front of the Silver Moon Fortress. At what distance, what elevation angle and how much charge should be used are almost all ready-made data.

The battlefield presented such a scene: the Austrian army was well-organized, while the orcs were chaotic and scattered, and the two sides approached each other in completely different forms.

As a general, Amur had almost anticipated the consequences of continuing.

When the two sides really came into close combat, human weapons should stop firing to avoid accidental injuries.

But so what, the scattered orc soldiers who rushed up would inevitably face dense spears (bayonets).

The grassland warriors were tall and strong, with superb martial arts, but they only had two hands. When weapons several times their own were stabbed from different directions at the same time, they could not resist.

But Amur still wanted to take a gamble.

Private Jose West knelt on one knee, his palms sweating nervously.

He had already aimed at an orc soldier, as long as he heard the order...

"Fire!"

Bang! He pulled the trigger instinctively, without even thinking.

The vicious guy fell to the ground 60 feet away from him and never got up again.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his body memory urged him to reload the ammunition immediately.

The sound of the second row of soldiers shooting came from above his head, and several orcs who rushed up were knocked down again.

When the battalion commander Joyce ordered to go forward to fight, He Sai's heart was in his throat, half nervous and half scared.

After all, he had only been in the army for more than a year and had never experienced a real battle.

But orders are orders, and He Sai followed the team step by step towards the orcs.

The artillery brothers behind him were powerful enough, and the continuous firepower prevented those long-haired bastards from gathering together.

It was the whizzing sound when the shells flew over the head that was terrifying. He Sai couldn't help shrinking his neck every time he heard it.

Fortunately, he had been trained, so his legs were not so weak that he couldn't walk.

The veterans around him didn't care.

In the Arda army, infantry and artillery coordination is a very important training subject.

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Lord Graman required that the artillery shells be accompanied by infantry attacks, so that the enemy could not approach him in a tight formation.

Of course, the premise is that they cannot hit their own people.

He Sai mechanically fired again and again, but unfortunately, he ran into trouble and his gun misfired.

Damn, a son-of-a-bitch bastard rushed up from the front!

Puff!

While he was stunned, his comrade next to him stabbed the orc's neck with a bayonet.

Maybe it was the aorta that was injured, and the smelly blood sprayed all over He Sai's face.

Ugh!

He vomited it out.

Amur's eyes almost sprayed out anger, he lost the bet.

He hated Silver Moon Castle and this damn slope, but what he hated most was the strange human army in front of him.

Many warriors rushed to a close enough distance in front of them, and then were killed.

Because they could not cover each other.

When the front was in close combat, the weapons behind the breastwork did not stop firing, but continued to threaten the troops behind.

Forced the orcs to almost use the tactic of adding fuel to the fire.

What made him even more angry was that the warriors' bravery did not work. The human soldiers used that kind of firearms to knock them down one by one like shooting ducks in a lake.

Those who rushed to them sporadically would also be drowned by the bayonet jungle.

The only comfort was that some warriors temporarily switched to bows and arrows to shoot, causing some casualties to the other side.

"Retreat!"

He had to make a painful decision.

The orcs retreated, and this time they really retreated.

Because the other side was riding horses, Joyce did not pursue.

He led the soldiers back to Silver Moon Castle to greet their cheers.

The Renteria Knight looked at him with more admiration.

And his artillery commander Bastian looked fortunate.

He asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"The barrel of the gun has started to burn. If the battle continues, we have to suspend our support for you."

"Uh..."

Joyce choked and his face even turned red.

He actually forgot this when he was commanding the battle.

A real battle is different from the usual exercises. People will forget many things when they are nervous and excited.

Blessed by the Lord of Light, the long-haired bastards retreated first.

Although he was sure that even if the artillery was forced to stop supporting, the soldiers could repel the orcs with muskets and bayonets alone - the scale of the two sides was the same, and although the orcs were more numerous than them, they did not constitute a crushing.

But letting the other side attack in formation would undoubtedly increase many casualties.

In the future, you must take this into consideration.