"Hurry up! Hurry up! An officer pulled a rope with a sweaty face and shouted with all his strength: "Don't be left behind!" We're going to get into position with the infantry! Fast! ”

Behind him, two soldiers were pushing two wheels of wood each, and heavy Maxim heavy machine guns were slowly advancing in the middle of the phalanx of two infantrymen. Behind them, soldiers with bullets were trying to push the machine gun forward, and everyone was desperate.

"The offensive belt is such a bulky thing, is it really that easy to use?" An Elanhill grenadier with his rifle resting on his shoulder and his long bayonet looming above his head passed by the machine gun and whispered to his comrades.

The comrade-in-arms nervously didn't even look at him, staring at the enemy soldiers standing densely in the gap in the city wall in the distance, and kept chanting words: "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 nervous, you can defeat the enemy and win the war. And winning is the hope of survival.

As a little 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...... Rumble! "A cannonball slammed into the wall near a gap, bringing up a stump and severed arm. The dense garrison immediately became chaotic, and it took a long time to barely restrain it.

"Hurry up and fire! Keep firing! Defeat those idiots! The soldiers in the front row, who were getting closer and closer to the other side, kept praying in their hearts that they would not have to face the dense enemy when facing the opponent's defense line.

"Stand!" One order after another came, and all the troops finally stopped beyond the range of the opponent's bows and arrows. For a moment no one spoke, no new orders came, and the whole battlefield seemed to be quiet.

"Ready to shoot!" Before everyone could wait long, an order came, and the soldiers in the first row subconsciously flattened their rifles and began to pull the bolt to reload their weapons.

"Fire!" The battalion commander stood in the middle of his three phalanx troops and shouted a firm order. With this command, a crackling gun rang out, and once again the battlefield became noisy.

The bullets crashed into the dense crowd, leaving holes in the bodies of these Arrant soldiers that were constantly gushing blood. Dozens of brave Arrant soldiers fell to the ground, and the surrounding soldiers were stunned by the strange sight before them.

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

"Phew!" There was another burst of gunfire, and the Mauser rifle could fire five rounds at a very fast rate, not as clean as a semi-automatic rifle, but it allowed the soldiers to aim and fire sufficiently.

Once again, someone fell, and the Arrant soldiers finally realized that they were facing an enemy that they could not rely on to face with courage. No matter how much the commanders restrained them, these soldiers began to retreat, and some soldiers began to subconsciously find cover to cover themselves.

Seeing his soldiers being compressed back, Frankie already realized that something was wrong. In addition to those annoying cannons, there is also a kind of hand cannon used by soldiers! In the face of the cannon, Frankie still felt that he had the power to fight, but in the face of this kind of hand cannon, he felt that war was no longer familiar to him.

"Hold on! Hang on! He carried his sword and kept moving through the ranks, comforting the soldiers who were already panicking. He personally inspected the craters that had been blasted by the cannons at the breach, and personally pushed the bodies of the dead soldiers into the craters that were still steaming.

As a commander, Frankie was the best he could be, personally leading his officers to hold the gap, encouraging every soldier and convincing them that they could repel the enemy.

And in the clearing outside the city, the five rounds in the chamber of the guns had been exhausted, and all the Irlanhill grenadiers began to load with new ammunition. There was a faint white mist in front of them, which was the remnants of gunpowder.

Although it seems that Iran Hill has begun to use smokeless gunpowder to produce ammunition, due to technology, this smokeless gunpowder is actually not perfect. Improvements are still in full swing, and the troops on the front line are still using this not very advanced gunpowder.

Thankfully, even with this gunpowder, the weapons in the hands of the grenadiers of Ellan Hill were much more powerful than the weapons in the hands of the enemies they faced.

"Damn it! Learn smart! Seeing that the enemy he was facing was actually learning and selling, and retreated behind the anticline, the battalion commander frowned, a little unsure of what to do.

Once he ordered his soldiers to press through, it was likely to face a counterattack from the enemy at close range: at a distance of about twenty meters, his troops were not crushed, or, in his opinion, he preferred to use bullets to consume his opponent at a long distance.

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

Of course, even if it is to storm the opponent's position, the soldiers of Ellan Hill are not without their own methods. They're not parallel traders who just shoot from a distance, they're formidable Ellan Hill grenadiers. After the order to attack was given, a hoarse command pierced the sky: "Grenadier! Hand grenade! ”

The soldiers in the first row pulled the grenade from the canvas bag on their chest, pulled the wooden plug behind the grenade, and pulled out the drawstring inside the wooden handle. They kept getting closer to the rubble, corpses, and rubble in front of them, until they reached a distance they thought fit.

"Grenades!" Half of the more than fifty soldiers in the first row threw out their own wooden-handled grenades, which flew over the hillside and landed on the other side of the anticline.

No one saw what was going on behind the anticline, they just heard someone shouting over there, they just saw that when it exploded, some of the debris was blown up.

"Iran Hill! Banzai! The platoon commander in the front row drew his sword from his waist and was the first to stride forward, followed by the remaining two dozen grenadiers who were already carrying grenades in their hands. As they jumped to the top of the steep slope, the grenadiers threw the grenades they had prepared long ago into the dense crowd on the opposite side.

"Bow and arrow!" Inside the phalanx, staggered by the first round of grenades, a bloodied officer brandished his sword and shouted a hoarse roar, and with his roar, a locust-like feathered arrow rushed head-on at the Iran Hill soldiers on the commanding heights.

"Poof!" The sound of bows and arrows piercing into the body came and went, and more than half of the twenty or so Elanhill grenadiers who had rushed to the high ground were covered with feathered arrows and fell on the corpses of the Arrant soldiers.

The lucky ones who were lucky not to die also had several feathered arrows stuck in their bodies, screaming and rolling down. The grenadiers in the second row, as if provoked by the blood of their comrades, continued forward, throwing the grenades they had prepared in their hands to the other side of the anticline.

"Boom!" There was another dense explosion, and the defenders of the Arrant seemed to find this anticline a good place for them to hold on, and they found that the other side seemed to have no good way to take this high ground.

Even those deadly grenades could only blow up a few soldiers in the front row, and could not threaten the archers in the back at all. Nearly two hours had passed, and for the first time the Arrant's soldiers had slain the enemy on the other side, their morale boosted and they let out a beastly cheer, as if they were the victors in the battle.

In fact, they had already lost nearly 1,000 of them, and the enemy they faced was now less than twenty dead. But the soldiers of the Arantes, including General French, need to vent their long-pent-up anger.

"Second row! Offensive! For Iran Hill! The company commander standing on the side of the team saw his proud men, and the platoon commander who was the first to reach the top was shot into a hedgehog by a feather arrow, and gave the order to continue the attack in annoyance.

Without any hesitation, the soldiers in the second row took a neat step forward, drew the grenade on their chests, and rushed to the commanding heights that were close at hand. Then, as they approached the commanding heights, they threw bombs and lay down, not exposing themselves to the opponent's crossbows.

Although their attack had some effect, it was still a very difficult process to fight for the commanding heights. The soldiers fired downward from the commanding heights in a lying position, and the Arrant soldiers, who were also close at hand, frantically counterattacked regardless of casualties, and soon the losses of the first battalion rose to 50 people.

"It's not the way to go on like this!" Feeling that his company was about to be exhausted at this gap, the company commander at the front pressed his sword and complained angrily: "Those cunning Arrants! ”

"It's okay! They're already on their way! As long as they go up...... The battle was over. The battalion commander who came up from behind stared at the gap that he couldn't attack for a long time, and said to his subordinates with a sneer.

Soon, under the unexplained 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 clanging of bows and arrows against this metal shield could not help the soldiers of Ellan Hill behind the metal shield.

The Irlanhill 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 the bolt of his gun expressionlessly: "Whoa!" ”