Sixty-Two Gap Scramble

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" An officer pulled a rope with sweat on his face and shouted with the strength of his milk: "Don't be left behind! We are going to enter the position with the infantry! Hurry up!"

When he was there, two soldiers were pushing the two wooden wheels, and the heavy Maxim heavy machine gun was slowly advancing in the middle of the phalanx formed by the two infantrymen. Behind them, soldiers with bullets are trying to push the machine gun forward, and everyone is working hard.

"The offensive belt is such a cumbersome thing, is it really that easy to use?" An Alan Hill grenadier, leaning his rifle on his shoulder and letting the long bayonet stand above his head, passed by the machine gun and asked in a low voice comrades around.

The comrade-in-arms was so nervous that he didn't even look at him, staring at the densely packed enemy troops standing in the gaps in the city wall in the distance, he kept saying something: "Do your own thing! Do your own thing..."

This is something that the instructors repeatedly emphasized during training. As long as you insist on doing the technical movements in the training when you are tense, you can defeat the enemy and win the war. And winning is the hope of survival.

As a small person whose name is not destined to remain in history, his long-cherished wish is actually very simple, to live, to live bravely for himself and his family.

"Yo...Boom!" A cannonball blasted near the gap in the city wall, bringing with it a stump of a broken limb. The dense formation of the defenders immediately became chaotic, and it took a long while to restrain them.

"Hurry up and fire! Keep firing! Destroy those idiots!" The soldiers in the front row, who were getting closer and closer to each other, kept praying in their hearts, praying that when they faced the opponent's line of defense, they didn't have to face them To that dense enemy.

"Stand still!" The orders came one after another, and all the troops finally stopped outside the range of each other's bows and arrows. No one spoke for a while, and no new orders came, and the entire battlefield seemed quiet.

"Prepare to shoot!" Before everyone waited too long, a password came. The soldiers in the first row subconsciously flattened their rifles and began to pull the bolts to load their weapons with bullets.

"Fire!" The battalion commander stood in the middle of his three phalanx units and shouted a firm order. Following this order, a crackling sound of gunfire once again made the battlefield noisy.

The bullets slammed into the dense crowd, leaving holes in the bodies of these Arlantean soldiers that were spewing blood. Dozens of brave Arlantean soldiers fell to the ground, and the surrounding soldiers were stunned by the strange sight in front of them.

They have shield players, they have archers, they are waiting for each other's bows and arrows to fly over, and they are waiting for their own bows and arrows to kill the enemy. But what they were waiting for was not a bow and arrow that covered the sky, but some kind of "hidden weapon" that was almost invisible.

"Bah!" There was another gunshot. The Mauser rifle could shoot five bullets at a very fast speed. Although it was not as clean as a semi-automatic rifle, it allowed the soldiers to fully aim and fire.

Once again someone fell, and the Arlantean soldiers finally realized that the enemy they faced was not something they could face with courage. No matter how restrained the officers were, these soldiers began to retreat, and some soldiers began to subconsciously find bunkers to cover themselves.

Watching his soldiers were compressed back, Franky had realized that the situation was not good. In addition to those annoying cannons, the opponent also has a hand cannon used by soldiers! In the face of the cannon, Franky still felt that he had the strength to fight, but in the face of this kind of hand cannon, he felt that the war was not what he was familiar with.

"Persevere! Persevere!" He kept walking in the queue with his long sword, comforting the panic-stricken soldiers. He personally inspected the crater blasted by the cannon at the gap, and pushed the bodies of the dead soldiers into the steaming craters.

as a commander,

Franky has done his best. He personally led the officers to stick to the gap, encouraging every soldier to believe that they can repel the enemy.

In the open space outside the city, five bullets had been fired in the chambers, and all the Alan Hill Grenadiers began to load new ammunition. In front of them there was still a faint white mist, which was the residue of gunpowder.

Although it seems that Ailan Hill has begun to use smokeless powder to produce ammunition, because of technology, this smokeless powder is actually not perfect. The improvement work is still in full swing, and the front-line troops are still using this not-so-advanced gunpowder.

Thankfully, even with this kind of gunpowder, the weapons in the hands of the grenadiers of Elan Hill were far more powerful than those in the hands of the enemies they faced.

"Damn it! Learn to be smart!" Seeing that the enemy he was facing was actually learning and selling, and retreated to the back of the backslope, the battalion commander frowned, not knowing what to do.

Once he orders the soldiers to push over, it is likely to face a close-range enemy's counterattack: at a distance of about twenty meters, the combat effectiveness of his troops is not crushing, or in his opinion, he is more willing to Choose to use bullets to consume opponents at long distances.

It's a pity that the situation on the battlefield is ever-changing in an instant, and it is not something he can dominate unilaterally. So he could only bite the bullet and gave the order to move on.

Of course, even if they attacked the opponent's position, the soldiers of Alan Hill were not without their own way. They're not parallels who just stand and shoot from a distance, they're powerful Alan Hill grenadiers. After the order to attack was given, a hoarse voice cut through the sky: "Grenadiers! Grenades!"

The soldiers in the first row took out the grenade from the canvas bag on their chest, pulled out the wooden plug behind the grenade, and pulled out the drawstring inside the wooden handle. They kept approaching the rubble corpse and the steep slope piled with rubble in front of them, until they advanced to a distance they thought was appropriate.

"Grenade!" Of the fifty or so soldiers in the first row, half of the soldiers threw out their wooden-handled grenades. These grenades flew over the hillside and landed on the other side of the reverse slope.

No one saw what was going on behind the backslope, they just heard someone shouting over there, they just saw some debris being lifted up when the explosion occurred.

"Ailan Hill! Long live!" The platoon leader in the front row drew out his saber from his waist, the first one to step forward, and the other twenty or so who followed behind were already carrying them in their hands. Grenadier with grenade. When they jumped to the top of the steep slope, these grenadiers threw their prepared grenades at the dense crowd on the opposite side.

"Bow and arrows!" In the defender's formation, which was blown up by the first round of grenades, a bloody officer brandished a long sword and shouted a hoarse roar. Feather Arrow rushed towards the Alan Hill soldiers on the commanding heights.

"Pfft!" The sound of bows and arrows piercing into the body came one after another, and more than half of the twenty Alan Hill grenadiers who first rushed to the commanding heights were covered in feathered arrows and fell on the corpses of the Arlantean soldiers.

The few lucky ones who were lucky not to die also had several feather arrows stuck in their bodies, screaming and rolling down. The second row of grenadiers seemed to be stimulated by the blood of their comrades. They continued to move forward and threw the grenade prepared in their hands to the other side of the reverse slope.

"Boom!" There was another dense explosion. The defending soldiers of Arrant seemed to find that the reverse slope was a good place for them to hold on to. They found that the other party seemed to have no good way to take this height.

Even those deadly grenades could only hit a few soldiers in the front row, and could not threaten the archers behind. After almost two hours of fighting, Arrant's soldiers killed the enemy on the opposite side for the first time, and they cheered like wild beasts, as if they were the victors of the battle.

In fact, they have killed nearly 1,000 people, and the enemy they face is only now less than 20 dead. But Arrant's soldiers, including General Frank, needed to vent their pent-up anger.

"Second platoon! Attack! For Ailan Hill!" The company commander standing on the side of the team saw his proud subordinate, the platoon leader who was the first to reach the top was shot into a hedgehog by a feather arrow, and ordered to continue angrily. command to attack.

Without any hesitation, the soldiers in the second row took a neat step forward, pulled out the grenade on their chest, and rushed towards the commanding heights that were close at hand. Then, when they were smart, they dropped bombs and fell down when they were about to approach the commanding heights, without exposing their bodies to the opponent's crossbow.

Although their attacks had some effect, the battle for the commanding heights was still a very difficult process. The soldiers used a lying posture to rely on the commanding heights to fire downward. The Arante soldiers who were also close at hand ignored the casualties and frantic counterattacks, and soon the loss of the first battalion rose to 50 people.

"It's not the way to go on like this!" Feeling that his company was going to be exhausted at this gap, the company commander on the front line complained angrily, "Those sly Arlanteans!"

"It doesn't matter! They have already gone up! As long as they go up... the battle will be over." The battalion commander who came up from behind stared at the gap that could not be attacked for a long time, and said to his men with a sneer.

Soon, in the unidentified eyes of the soldiers of the Arrant Empire, a square metal plate with a gap in the middle was slowly pushed to the commanding heights. The bow and arrow slammed into the metal shield, and it couldn't help the Alan Hill soldiers behind the metal shield.

The Alan Hill soldier behind the shield saw the dense enemy in front of him through the narrow aiming gap, and then in the next second, he pulled his gun bolt expressionlessly: "Crash!"