The night is getting darker.

Insects chirp in the grass in the twilight of spring, and owls crouching in the treetops coo.

The werewolves, armed with axes and machetes, slowly approached their targets.

Arthur was the leader of this werewolf force, and they abandoned their rifles in favor of their best cold weapons, and prepared to attack Ozuf's cavalry regiment under the cover of night.

The werewolf's tactic is simple, launch a sudden charge at close range, break into the opponent's camp, kill every soldier they come across, and create panic, then make their way through the camp. If you have the chance, come back again.

This is the easiest way to effectively use a werewolf's night combat and melee skills.

Arthur personally pounced on a National Army sentry, only to realize that he had fallen a straw man. The straw man had a bell on it, and it made a sound the moment it was pounced.

"Who?" asked someone not far away.

"Damn!" Arthur scolded, but he didn't think it was an accident, arranging the sentry and the sentry was the usual tactic of the human army to stay overnight.

"Follow me!" Arthur shouted.

He stood no more than 800 meters away from the first trench of the cavalry regiment, a distance that could only be completed in a few breaths for werewolves who were adept at running and sprinting.

The werewolves immediately rushed like a torrent to the barracks of the cavalry regiment, and in the darkness they were all skillful, deftly avoiding obstacles on the ground, and soon reached the first line of trenches.

This trench was built very wide, but in the dark night the werewolves crossed it directly with a sprint, and only a few people unfortunately fell into the trench, but this did not cause much damage to the rough-skinned werewolves, but it took some effort to climb up.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

There are soldiers in the direction of the barracks who sound the alarm, and the best alarm sound is the sound of gunshots. Almost as soon as the gunshots rang out, there was an uproar in the barracks.

Arthur and his companions crossed the first line of trenches, and soon the werewolves who were running at the front suddenly stopped, and let out a terrible scream, because they unfortunately ran into the barbed wire, and the people on the spot were blurred with blood, and the harder they screamed, the more terrible they screamed.

However, the werewolves who were following them could not slow down in time, and they crashed into the back of their companions, and the werewolves huddled together.

At this time, the soldiers at the front of the cavalry regiment opened fire, for which they waited for several days. Dense bullets were fired in the direction of the black.

The werewolves fell screaming, and in half a minute, a large number of werewolves fell.

Arthur wielded a giant axe and slashed desperately at the barbed wire fence in front of him, and the werewolves risked their lives to follow suit.

Finally, at the cost of being shot at more than a hundred werewolves, they cut out several gaps and poured in through them.

The cavalrymen seemed to be frightened, and their firepower became very thin and began to retreat.

At this time, the leader of Arthur found that there was a second trench in front of them, and they could not jump over it due to the lack of sprint distance, so they had to slow down and climb with their bare hands.

Some werewolves noticed that the soil of the trench seemed to be sticky and smelled pungent.

But with the experience of the previous time, the wolves were confident in solving the second barbed wire.

But then they suddenly noticed that the sky seemed to be dawning, and when they suddenly looked back, they saw that a raging fire was burning in the trench they had just crossed, and the acrid black smoke was billowing out.

It turned out that the cavalry regiment had prepared a large amount of black liquid in the second line of trenches, which was a specialty of some of the local marshes in Guineapoli, which was extremely flammable, and used by the locals as fuel for cooking in winter.

Under the light of the blazing fire, the werewolves had nothing to hide, and they became the best whips for the soldiers of the cavalry regiment.

The dense network of bullets is harvesting the lives of werewolves. They fell down with a wail, most of the werewolves moved forward desperately, and some werewolves led Arthur to slash through the barbed wire in front of them like crazy.

The barbed wire fence seemed so close that the werewolves couldn't even get close, and behind them were a raging fire.

The werewolves didn't fight back, and although they gave up their rifles, which were not very useful in night raids, they brought a lot of homemade grenades with them. A werewolf lit a grenade and threw it into the crowd.

Cavalry regiments inevitably suffered casualties, but the chances of accurately reaching the opponent's crowd were so rare that werewolves were often hit by one or more bullets as soon as they lit a grenade, and the grenades inevitably exploded among their companions.

Arthur had to order his men to break through on both sides, trying to find an opportunity to break through, and by this time he had lost the arrogance and confidence he had lost half an hour ago.

Here's a trap.

However, the commander of the regiment did not give him much opportunity, one company of soldiers was enough to build a solid line of defense in a certain direction, if the fire was not strong enough, then two companies.

From the moment he left the main unit, the regimental commander, who had high hopes from General Grant, was desperately thinking about fighting a beautiful counter-raid.

In order to keep all the werewolves as much as possible, Ozuf commanded the troops prepared in advance to surround them from behind the werewolves through the movement of the built tunnels.

The ease of operation and the fast and concise shooting method of the advanced standard rifles of the National Army have enabled the National Army to have several times more firepower than in the past. If they were still using flintlock muskets, it would be a nightmare to reload accurately at night, not to mention that dumb fire in the heat of battle was commonplace.

As long as they don't panic, they are enough to hold their ground.

Arthur the werewolf found that his companions were becoming fewer and fewer, and many of the werewolves were lying on the ground and not yet dead, rolling and wailing. Arthur rushed forward every time, but miraculously he only had abrasions, but the bullets that whizzed past his ears sent chills all over his body.

For the first time in his life, Arthur was truly frightened, and the power of the individual seemed very small and humble in such a form of warfare.

The gunfire soon became sparse, and an officer of the Nationalist Army shouted:

"Stop shooting, stay alert!"

"Stand by the spot, don't go forward!"

Arthur only then came to his senses, and he was shocked to find that he was the only one left on the battlefield.

In the firelight, he saw a young soldier raise his rifle towards him. The soldier was young, like many of the young humans Arthur had killed not long ago.

Arthur raised the great axe in his hand, and he wanted to throw it over and crush the young soldier to death, because the other man's eyes made him feel comfortable.

It was a proud juggernaut look.

Arthur was unable to complete his own blow, and a bullet hit him in the shoulder, and the great axe fell out of his hand.

Then another bullet came, striking him in the knee, and Arthur fell to his knees in agony.

Ozouf did not stop the teasing behavior of the soldiers, who watched with his own eyes shoot the werewolf leader into a sieve.

"Most of the werewolves didn't come to save their people as expected. One officer reported, "Are we taking the initiative?"

Ozouf nodded and said, "No, give them the night for the time being, their days are numbered." ”