"Spread the troops as straight as possible! The line must be controlled! We need to withstand the opponent's attack head-on and defeat the opponent! ......" Coria said to his men, looking at the green banner of King Arrant on the other side.

With 5,000 men facing ten times their own strength, this is definitely the most tragic battle in the history of mankind. A few years ago, these 5,000 people might not have even had a chance to retreat.

But now, Coria never thought of retreating with his people, and all he thought about was to use his own troops to defeat his opponent head-on. No matter who the opponent is, he wants to give it a try.

He wanted to test if the heavy machine guns in his queue were so terrifying, he wanted to test if his artillery was as strong and powerful as when he was training, and he wanted to see if there were any troops that could withstand a frontal attack of his 5,000 men!

Yes, he didn't think about defense at all, he was preparing to attack the opponent head-on from the beginning, and defeat the opponent at once.

"Marching Drums! Let the soldiers advance! We don't have time to waste! Riding on his horse, he commanded the officers around him, "Let the artillerymen give each other some music!" I don't want them to watch us kill us! ”

Opposite him, General Arrant Lombuck, a royal general in golden armor, was also on his horse. The gray-armored troops in front of him formed a huge phalanx, countless spears stood in front of him, and the green Arrant battle flag was waving in the wind.

"Get the Redcoat Cannon ready! They are definitely preparing to shell us too! Lumbuck tugged at the reins and commanded his generals, "Let them regret it, and give us this weapon!" ”

"Yes!" One of the generals bowed his head in reply, and then in his shouts, one after another was pushed out of the crowd with huge cannons of larger caliber than those drawn on Chris's drawings, and larger calibers, almost 100 millimeters or so.

Countless Arrant soldiers then began to revolve around the cannons, stuffing gunpowder into the cannon, followed by a huge solid iron ball that could only reach the maximum range designed when fired.

"Whew! Ha! Trumpets rang out over the artillery positions of the Arrant Empire, and the soldiers pulled the cannons and drove the horses to push the bulky cannons into the firing positions.

And on the distant plain opposite them, Koria, the commander of the Elanhill army, put down the binoculars in his hand and turned his head to look at a general beside him: "What are they doing?" Something bigger than a carriage is also a cannon? ”

"I don't know! Checkmate! Our artillery is ready! You can fire at any time...... Should we prioritize destroying those 'red cannons' to keep our infantry safe? ”

"Of course! Fire now! Kick the opposing artillery off the battlefield! I don't want to hear the enemy's cannons, so I'd better not hear them at all! Korya's face darkened, and he commanded to his artillery commander.

The opponent clenched his right hand into a fist and pressed it on his chest, then took the reins of the war horse, turned the horse's head, and rushed towards the artillery position not far away. Less than a minute later, Iran Hill's artillery began its own playing.

"Boom!" "Boom!" Accompanied by the first round of firing, each cannon of the artillery staggered its own firing time. They had to let their observers confirm where their shells landed, so that they could adjust their angles for later shots.

After more than a year of rapid development, the artillery of Iran Hill has become a system of its own, they have their own technology and their own tactics, and they have long been no longer rookies who simply fire and pour ammunition.

Then, in Koria's telescope, in the distance of the Arrant army, a huge explosion was raised, and wisps of black smoke rose into the sky. The opponent's position began to be chaotic, and the originally neat phalanx also changed shape.

"Boom!" Immediately after adjusting their own firing parameters, the second round of shelling began, and the reloading cannon demonstrated a strong superiority in the rate of fire. Alan Hill's guns are small in caliber but powerful, and soldiers are easier to reload.

More than half of the shells of these 75 mm caliber field infantry guns fell into the artillery positions of the Arrant Empire, and for a time the smoke covered the artillery positions of the entire Arrant Empire, and even the artillery observers of Elanhill could not see their results clearly.

"I hope these fools learn a lesson! Cannons aren't bigger and more powerful! Putting down the binoculars, Coria sneered and said to the people around her. His words drew laughter, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively, as if everyone had come to camp rather than fight.

On the opposite side of the Arrant Empire's position, the atmosphere was not so relaxed and pleasant. Arrant Lombuck, whose face was already hard to see, looked at the artillery positions that had almost been abandoned, and gritted his teeth and gave the order to continue fighting.

"Let the remaining artillery hurry up and get ready to return fire! Even if it's just one cannon, we're going to give each other a little color! He commanded as he looked at the Iran Hill Formation in the distance.

It is more accurate to say that it is not so much a troop formation: the other side seems to have only three rows of soldiers, and the battle line is about as long as the 50,000 men of the Arrant Empire here. Such a line of defense was not thick at all, and it could not hold back the onslaught of cavalry or infantry at all.

However, the premise is that there are cavalry or infantry who can rush to this line. Although he had a sense of foreboding, looking at the slender line of the opponent, Arrant Lombback still thought that he should test the attack on his opponent before making plans.

Even if you press 10,000 people, your side has an advantage, and it is better to defeat the other party, if you can't defeat the other party, it seems that it is too late for you to retreat. Anyway, the other party doesn't have a kind of anti-heaven soldier like the Dragon Knight, and of course it can't be done to crush and chase the whole process.

"General Emir! Push forward with your 10,000 people! Break through the opponent's small line of defense, and I promise that His Majesty the Emperor will promote you to the rank of general!" Looking at the brave general beside him, Lumbac commanded sharply.

The artillery of the opposing side, having destroyed the artillery of the Arrant Empire, began to shoot extendedly, several infantry phalanxes had already been hit by shells, and the losses began to terrify the soldiers. If you don't attack at this time, the whole army will collapse.

So Lombback began to counterattack, he wanted to press the superior forces and let the two armies come into contact as much as possible. As long as they fight together, then he can give full play to the advantage of his strength and crush the opponent's defense.

"Let the cavalry on both flanks strike! There will be no miracles if you wait in place! Although he was not very optimistic about the combat effectiveness of his cavalry, the Lombak still decided to put pressure on the opponent's flanks as soon as possible, so that the opponent could not use artillery unscrupulously.

"Alan Hill has his own new cannon! Send this news back to the royal city immediately! We've been tricked! Handing the envelope with his seal to a messenger, Lombback instructed: "Maybe Iran Hill has other weapons, so let your majesty be careful!" ”

The messenger nodded and galloped south, a dozen knights merging behind the messenger in the distance. Watching the cavalry run away, Lombback returned his attention to the battlefield.

At this time, the artillery of the Arrant Empire, who were finally ready, fired the first cannon sound from their side: "Boom! ”

A shell smashed into the back of the Elanhill grenadiers, sending a cloud of dust up the clearing, but did not cause any casualties on the Irlanhill side. And the artillery of Iran Hill responded to the provocation of the opponent, and another round of artillery bombardment landed accurately on the position of the artillery of the Arrant Empire, burying it there again in a cloud of black smoke.

"Forward!" With one command after another, the phalanx of gray-armored Arrant Imperial soldiers began to slowly move forward, and they walked towards their opponents with neat steps, their spears held high, and slogans shouted.

Opposite them, with the beating of marching drums, the Elanhill grenadiers had advanced hundreds of paces. These light infantrymen, unprotected by armor, moved forward step by step, the muzzles of their rifles on their shoulders swaying from side to side with their pace.

Beside them, soldiers pushing heavy machine guns shouted slogans and bent over to keep the heavy Makqin within the infantry line. Behind them were platoon commanders, company commanders, battalion commanders, and regiment commanders who followed the troops.

"The opposing cavalry is ......moving towards both flanks," an officer asked, looking at Coria and asking, "Shall we pause and be careful of our flanks?" ”

"No, you don't! Let those steppe cavalry deal with those Arrant cavalry! If they lose, it doesn't matter! I pierced through the Chinese army on the opposite side, and I also had time to sort out the formation! Coria waved her hand confidently and rejected the advice of her subordinates: "I only need one attack!" That's enough! ”

"One, two, one! One, two, one! On the battle line, every platoon commander kept shouting slogans to keep his soldiers in order. The soldiers had already brought themselves closer to each other by 500 meters, and now they were very close to each other.

"Keep going! The enemy is right in sight! Victory belongs to Iran Hill! Holding down his position, a company commander pressed his sword and loudly reminded the soldiers around him. Now he was also very nervous, because he was just a soldier who had fought in the battle of the Eastern Forest a year ago.

Now that he can command 1 company of soldiers, he himself can't believe that he will one day be a commander.