Yumaru noticed the change in the tide of battle.

He has always been fighting with the mentality of knocking out a front tooth on the other side even if he dies in battle, but the pressure caused by the other party is lower than he expected.

When fighting the devil in the Fertile Plains, the pressure of the battlefield almost made it difficult for him to breathe, and he only had the thought of shooting in his head, and his whole body was as stiff as a stone. But now, he still has the energy to observe the situation of his teammates and attackers, and think about the possible actions of the other side.

With several charges being pushed back, the enemy's movements were already much slower.

The most obvious point was that the gap between the First Army's accumulation was greatly lengthened - in order to conserve ammunition, they usually only fired intensively when the noble army was charging, but the last time they fired was almost an hour ago.

In the case that the other side does not send additional reinforcements in the future, this kind of "stalemate" of neither advancing nor retreating is absolutely a big taboo. In any case, the First Army was in a condescending half-slope position, and with the cover of sand and gravel barracks, the advantage in shooting was far greater than that of the other side.

He didn't quite understand why the aristocratic commander would make such a choice - unlike cold weapon combat, no contact did not mean that there was no fighting, and those attackers were under the pressure of being shot all the time, which was undoubtedly a blow to morale.

This is evidenced by the fact that some of the fronts are not advancing but retreating, and Yumaru has seen with his own eyes that the position where some people are lying on their stomachs has retreated nearly 100 meters from the position where they were originally put in, and now the entire front line is as uneven as a zigzag wave.

It also revealed that the attackers were not a single unit, but rather a makeshift patchwork of several teams.

In addition, Yumaru also sensed that the enemy might not be so good at the way the musket fought, and although there were obvious traces of imitation of the First Army, it did not play the role of the weapon in his hand at all.

Otherwise they would not have been able to hold out until now.

As incredible as it sounds, the team has so far killed no one and only five have been wounded.

This can no longer be explained by luck alone.

"Can anyone give me some bullets, I'm running out!"

"Me too, I only have one last clip left in my hand. ”

"Squad leader, what's next?" Hansen asked, bending over and running back, "There are no more living enemies at the machine gun, or shall we delay until nightfall and retreat?"

Yumaru looked up at the sky, it was about five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun set relatively quickly in late autumn, and it would be dark in another hour and a half. At that point, the threat of enemy firearms will be greatly reduced, and even if you are operating with your back to direct fire, it is not without chance.

But perhaps because he had avoided too much before, he always thought more about retreating.

It was true that the night weakened the muskets, but the First Army would also lose its greatest support. More crucially, if the enemy regains their morale as a result of this move and follows them in pursuit, will they be able to repel them again?

Of course, if there is enough ammunition, the team may be able to evacuate before the attackers can react. However, as things stand, the nobles should soon notice that the frequency of firing in the camp was no longer what they used to be, and it would not be difficult to guess their next move.

What's more, two of the five injured were seriously injured, and retreating with their injured teammates would inevitably slow down further.

And abandoning his teammates, Yuwan can't do it.

He hesitated, but finally made up his mind, "Call everyone else, I have something to say." ”

In a few moments, Hansen gathered all his teammates scattered across the line.

The enemy did not seem to notice that the firing points of the First Army were much concentrated, and they were still lying on the grass, occasionally raising their guns to shoot such a shot, which strengthened Yuwan's belief.

He briefly recounted the situation, and then looked around at everyone, "Your Majesty often says that attack is always the best defense, and if we can defeat these nobles in one fell swoop, then there will be no worries about leaving or staying." If it is the other way around, it may leave the enemy with a chance to bite back. Now is the time to make a decision, we can leave our fate to the enemy, or we can take control of ourselves. I would like to hear what you think. ”

"Squad leader, what do you mean...... Let's take the initiative?" Hansen couldn't help but be stunned, "There are far more people on the other side than us." ”

"I've thought about it, they seem to have the advantage in numbers, but most of them have no intention of fighting. It's just that long-range shooting can't make the enemy intuitively aware of defeat, if we can crush one of their toughest teams, maybe we can completely destroy the opponent's will to fight!"

"But we're running out of bullets......"

"The First Army was not an army that could fight only with guns, as emphasized in the Combat Manual. Yuwan said in a condensed voice.

After a moment of silence, Hansen was the first to speak, "I listen to you." ”

"That's right, squad leader, I don't want to leave anyone behind. ”

"Either you go or you stay. ”

"Give the order, squad leader!"

Everyone shouted.

Yumaru nodded solemnly, if it had been before, he would never have imagined that he would make such a decision. After only four years in the army, he felt that something had changed in him.

"You're not a coward. 」

A melodious voice reappeared in my ears.

He took a deep breath and said word by word, "Everyone, get on the bayonet!"

From the oldest flintlock rifles to bolt-action rifles, the barrel structure has changed a lot, but the bayonet has never been canceled, and if anything, it's that it's better than before.

The soldiers drew their swords from their scabbards in unison and inserted them into the tenons.

Yumaru inserted the last round into the chamber of the gun, raised his arms and shouted, "Follow me!"

He was the first to climb out of the barracks.

The rest of your teammates follow closely and charge towards the enemy closest to the line!

The opponents had apparently not yet reacted to what was happening, and many of them did not even get up from the ground at the first time, but continued to shoot at the rushing First Army in a lame posture as if by inertia.

Yumaru was ready to be shot, but the expected stinging pain could not be heard for a long time, and the distance of more than 100 meters was instantaneous, and at this time, the enemy stood up as if he had woken up in a dream, and stood stupidly in place with his bare rifle, as if he didn't know what to do.

In the same posture as he had been in training, he stabbed his bayonet into the chest of the first enemy -

"Kill!"

His teammates also rushed up and rushed into the crowd as they descended the mountain.

The shouting of killing suddenly resounded halfway up the hill!

After stabbing one of the fish balls, shooting and killing one, and then turning around and stabbing the third, he found that there were no new targets around for a while.

He looked around and saw that the enemy had begun to flee.

They probably didn't expect the First Army to rush out of the camp at such a time and engage them in hand-to-hand combat, and the last taut string in their hearts was broken.

When the narrow road meets, the brave wins.

The aristocratic coalition that had been gritting its teeth for a long time did not resist for a few moments, and the whole line collapsed - when the team at the forefront fled, panic spread like a plague throughout the army in an instant. Those who were already retreating behind even dropped their weapons and fled down the hill in a panic, and many of them even lost their footing and rolled down directly, knocking down a bunch of accomplices who were running in front.

When the heavy machine guns fell into the hands of the First Army and turned their guns to strafe the flow of people running down the hill, the enemy hated them even more for missing two legs. If it weren't for the fact that the machine guns didn't have many bullets in the first place, they might not even have been able to escape from this place.

Yumaru didn't know how far he had chased him, and he didn't stop slowly until his legs were a little weak.

The enemies who were still alive on the hillside had all fallen to their knees and surrendered with their hands raised, and the nobles who had been hovering behind were running faster than anyone else, and it was almost impossible to see them again at the moment.

He clenched his fists hard, and an indescribable pleasure seemed to swell up in his heart.

But before he had time to taste it, his teammates who rushed up excitedly threw him to the ground, "Squad leader, we won!"

"Long live Your Majesty!"

"Long live the First Army!"

He was lifted up by the group and thrown high into the air.

That's right, it was they who won.

Everyone survived, and there was no better ending than this.

Yumaru opened his hands to the slowly setting sunset and joined everyone in the shouts of celebration of victory.

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