"Damn it! They have all been broken through the defense line by the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire, how can these remaining remnants of the defeated generals be so difficult to bite? Wiping the smoke from his face, General Zorn angrily questioned his men with his sword.

Just now, one of his 1,000-strong defenses collapsed in front of the defense line of the 13th Regiment of Iran Hill. The other side seems to have an endless supply of ammunition, and they don't seem to know what fear is.

"Again! Let another phalanx lean up and charge me! If we don't kill this force today, we Arrants will be destroyed! Pointing his sword at the banner of King Ellanhill, which was still fluttering in the distance, General Zorn shouted hysterically.

At his shout, more Arrant Imperial soldiers poured into the front line, charging the defensive line of the 13th Regiment of Irlanhill, which had been disorganized and crumbling but never completely breached.

"Phew!" Another round was fired at the Arrant soldiers who rushed towards them, and the Alan Hill grenadiers, who were already a little numb, rediscovered the feeling of hitting a target.

He had just seen the flank of his brother troops being penetrated by those terrifying cavalry, and he even had an inexplicable fear, but the ensuing battle once again became familiar to him, which made his hanging heart fall back to its original place.

The battle in front of us is no longer so thrilling, and the enemy at a distance of 300 meters will not be able to get closer, and will be pierced by bullets and stacked there. Now it was almost a wall of flesh, a hill entirely made of corpses.

Behind the wall where the corpses had accumulated, were the Arrantian soldiers, and on the other side of the wall, a long slope that the Arrantian soldiers had fallen and rolled into.

All the Arrant soldiers struggled to move forward on the corpses, they took difficult steps step by step, and then they were hit by bullets and lay down on the corpses, turning into some kind of quagmire-like obstruction that hindered the progress of their comrades behind them.

At least 3,000 soldiers fell in the attack, and some were killed by shells during the attack - and with heavy losses, only a dead soldier like the Royal Guard could continue the fight.

Even so, the soldiers of the Arrant Empire were unable to shake the front of the already broken Elanhill troops, and they were pushed back from the flank, leaving only more corpses behind.

So far in the battle, these Arrant's troops still don't know if the Holy Demon Imperial cavalry that rushed into Ailanhill's array has slaughtered Ailanhill's middle army and rear team, they are waiting, waiting for those Holy Demon Imperial cavalry who turn their horses and kill back to help them break these tenacious Irranhill grenadiers in front of them.

"What's going on? If those Holy Demon Empire cavalry had already succeeded, why hadn't they come back yet? Zorn, who was already a little desperate, couldn't convince himself who was shaken, so he could only turn around and ask the officer next to him.

"My lord, how long has it been...... Perhaps, perhaps, they have already killed through the formation of the Iran Hill troops, and have already killed the rear team? The officer made up a reason with a smile and prevaricated his commander.

He knew that his manager was in a mess and could no longer judge the situation in front of him. Now he can only do his best to obey the fate of heaven, waiting for the final miracle to happen, or usher in a terrible rout.

"What the hell is going on? Where are the magical cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire that rushed into the array? Why didn't they come back? Why didn't they come back? After only a few seconds, Zorn lost his breath once more, and once again questioned the lieutenant beside him.

The poor officer could only continue to bite the bullet and comfort his commander: "General! Don't worry, no mortal can stop the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire, don't you say? There is nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about! ”

Before this war, no mortal had been able to stand up to hordes of dragon knights? The result? Aren't the dragon heads of those dragon knights still hanging on the head of the city of Maricha? General Zorn cursed in his heart, but did not contradict his subordinate officers.

He was just worried about the battle situation in front of him, he was just afraid that those knights didn't turn back, so even if he only faced a crippled 13th regiment, he wouldn't be able to eat this piece of fat to his mouth.

Or rather, this piece of fat, which looks delicious, is actually not fat meat for Alante, but a steel plate, a piping hot steel plate full of spikes! If you bite down, you will not only break a few teeth, but even lose your life.

Again, Zorn asked the tireless question, "Why didn't the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire turn back?" Can you send someone to get in touch? Send someone to see what's going on? ”

Just as Zorn was about to collapse, a general rushed over and brought a piece of good news that made him feel a hundred times more energetic: "My lord! Shogun! The gunfire of the other side is sparse! The other side's gunfire is weak! ”

After losing tens of thousands of men, Arant's army finally exchanged the lives of its own soldiers for most of the ammunition carried by the soldiers of the 13th Regiment in Irlanhill. Now the other side no longer has any decent long-range killing weapons, and it is the turn of the soldiers of the Arrant Empire to play.

"Attack! Offensive! The whole army presses on! Zorn, who heard the good news, finally calmed down. He laughed and gave the order for a general attack, and even pushed his own reserves to the front.

"Ammunition is out!" An officer with a face covered in stains pressed his sword and stood in front of the commander of the 13th Regiment and reported: "Two more rounds, and we will only have grenades and bayonets." ”

"Let the enemy come closer! Prepare the grenades! The whole regiment is on bayonets! We're going to hold on until the last minute! For Iran Hill! The regimental commander drew the long sword at his waist and gave the order to continue the battle.

Behind him, the black banner of King Irlanhill still fluttered in the wind, as if to prove something.

"Long live Iran Hill!" All the soldiers drew their bayonets and mounted them on their rifles, and let out a neat roar. They stared at the approaching Arrant soldiers in the distance, their eyes full of disdain.

"Prepare for battle!" The officers shouted one order after another, and the soldiers in the first row had already drawn the grenades on their chests. Listening to the dull sound of war drums coming from the opposite side, they were ready to fight until the last moment.

"Arrant will win!" In the distance, the Arrant troops, who had put in more soldiers to participate in the attack, also let out a morale-encouraging roar. They have more people and more powerful shouts. They have been suppressed, and it seems that they are using this way to vent the anger in their hearts.

"It's not the way to go on like this...... If the opponent advances to the distance of the grenade battle, the opponent's archers will come into play. A company commander looked at the approaching enemy army with a frown, and muttered with some uneasiness.

In fact, everyone knows what kind of outcome awaits so many enemies once they are brought up - not to mention the deadly bow and arrow, and when it comes to melee ability, the Iran Hill grenadiers, who can only play with three-bladed axes and bayonet tactics, are far from being the opponents of the traditional soldiers of the Arrant army.

As long as the hand-to-hand combat is handy, the loss ratio will be immediately reversed, and it will take about two or three Ellan Hill grenadiers to replace one heavy infantry of the Arrant Empire. It only took a few dozen minutes for the entire 13th regiment to be overwhelmed by the Arrant troops.

The next second, behind the 13th Regiment of Irlanhill, a complete platoon of soldiers went up to the high ground with bayonets held aloft. There was a bright drum beat behind them, and there was still blood on their bayonets.

The soldiers marched forward in order, forming a great wall with their bodies. Behind them, heavy machine guns dragged by war horses and 30 mm anti-aircraft guns with their barrels held high.

"Long live Iran Hill!" Not only the soldiers of the 1st Regiment, but also the 3rd Regiment counterattacked to the beat of the drum. These mortals trampled on the corpses of the magic cavalry, killed all the wounded of the Holy Demon Empire, and finally walked to the defense line where the 13th Regiment was stationed.

"Need help?" Riding on a war horse, Walter, the commander of the 1st Regiment, smiled and asked the commander of the 13th Regiment standing under the flagpole of the Wang Banner: "My troops happened to be passing by, see that you are in trouble." ”

"Hehehe." The commander of the 13th regiment grinned, looked up at Walter, the commander of the 1st regiment, and laughed: "You guys came just in time, leave the ammunition and leave, we are not tired, we can still fight all day." ”

Walter nodded: "General Wilkes's order, let you retire and reunite." We'll take care of the rest! ”

"Okay!" The commander of the 13th regiment smiled and nodded, he had just seen the battle situation behind him, and knew that soon the 1st regiment and the 3rd regiment would come closer, which was also the main reason why he insisted on not retreating.

Now that the battlefield is handed over to the 1st and 3rd regiments, he can finally take a break: "Hit hard!" Let these Arrant bastards know what a real fight is. ”

"They'll know, trust me, they'll know." Walter looked at the heavy machine-gun carriage passing by him, and said as a matter of course: "I promise that this battle will be unforgettable for them!" ”

Finally climbing to the high ground where the corpses were piled up, General Zorn happened to see the soldiers of the 1st Regiment and the soldiers of the 13th Regiment changing guards. The position, which had already fallen silent because of the running out of ammunition, suddenly became noisy again.

The sound of death's guns rang out again, echoing across the wilderness. More Iran Hill soldiers then took up their weapons, and their heavy machine guns began to roar. The rain of bullets and bullets lay in front of the Arrant soldiers, and everything seemed to be back to the way it was dozens of minutes ago.

What's even more terrifying is that this time the enemy has heavy machine guns, but also more soldiers, more Mauser 98K rifles, and more and more ammunition......

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