Hack and slash.

For the first time in his life, Gastens killed in such a brutal and direct way. His arms were sore, his scimitar was dulled by the impact of bone and flesh, and the heavy steam backpack was on his back, like a mountain, hindering his steps. Opposite him, the enemies in khaki uniforms seemed endless. Although they did not have steam rifles, they were even more effective than Gastens and his soldiers when they got close to the distance of cold weapon combat. Unlike Anken Rein, who has not experienced a major battle for nearly a thousand years, the soldiers and armies of these small countries, whether it is Tulucas or Reilin, are fighting almost all the time.

"Boss !!!"

Coming from somewhere, Gastens couldn't even tell who it was. The high level of tension and the unknown amount of time had made him almost lose his perception of the outside world. Faintly, a large figure rushed up from behind him, knocking down an enemy who was about to attack him. That's Ivan? Warren, who had just rescued Gastens from an enemy's long knife.

Gastens was agitated and came to his senses. He stood there and looked left and right, and found that his position had barely moved, still in the area where they were lined up with guns. But the line between the enemy and his own people has long been blurred. On his right hand, unknown comrades in the gray uniforms of the daredevils were fighting the khaki enemy, and on his left, one after another in khaki uniforms were rushing past the corpses on the ground and rushing behind him.

The left collapsed?

The enemy wants to outflank?

Gastens actually didn't have much experience in warfare, and the knowledge he gained from serving as a soldier in his first life and reading books in the earth world did not allow him to have a clear grasp and understanding of the war situation. He looked at the yellow clothes that rushed past him, and one of the eyes in them, and went straight to them.

The man who was seen by Gastens stopped, and he roared at Gastens, jumped over the corpse with his long knife in his hand, and rushed towards Gastens. Gastens felt as if his soul had been stripped of his body, and he even had time to glance at Ivan, who found that he was entangled with a new enemy, and clearly did not have the energy to help him. The other soldiers didn't know where they were, as if they had disappeared into the cacophony of the surrounding noise.

I can't die.

In a flash, Gastens dropped his scimitar, held up his steam rifle in both hands, and pulled the trigger on the enemy who had rushed in front of him. High-temperature, high-pressure steam erupted from the muzzle of his gun with his movements, enveloping the enemy in a cloud of vapor mist.

It turned out that after the last shot, Gastens didn't even have time to reload his gun.

The man was visibly startled by the scorching steam, his hands fluttering in the air, and his body subconsciously retreated, avoiding danger. But when he opened his eyes to look for his target again, he only saw a bright line rushing towards him, which was the mark left in the air by the scimitar wielded at high speed.

The man who wielded the knife was Gastens, who picked up his scimitar the moment the enemy was disturbed by the water vapor and slashed at the enemy. The man subconsciously blocked with his arm, but was cut diagonally into his arm by the scimitar. The violently swung blade collided with the arm bones beneath the flesh, making a tooth-aching sound.

"Ah——————h

At this moment, Gastens has lost the function of language. He pushed the weight of his whole body up, grabbed the scimitar in both hands and pulled down violently, breaking the man's arm alive, and carrying it to make a long cut in his chest. The pain and blood donation aroused the ferocity of the enemy, and he pounced again with a long knife. But how could Gastens, who was already excited at this time, let him get his wish, Gastens let the enemy's somewhat unstable blade and cut the enemy's lower abdomen with a knife.

The two passed by, and the man staggered a few steps, trying to turn around and fight again. But Gastens would not give the enemy a chance to turn the tables, he rushed forward in one step and two steps, kicked the man down, stepped on his back, and slashed the scimitar in his hand into his neck.

Warm blood splattered into the air as Gastens drew his knife, and the thick smell of blood even smelled a little sweet. Gastens turned and looked behind him at the enemy who had just witnessed the battle.

It was at least six Tulucas soldiers dressed in yellow, each clenching their long knives in their hands and glaring angrily. They saw Gastens turn around, roared, and pounced in unison.

Are you going to die?

Gastens slung the scimitar across his chest, waiting for the final blow. But what he was waiting for was a majestic horn and a gunshot like a popping bean. Behind his flank, the regulars of the 1st Regiment dressed in red rushed up howling. Each of them was armed with the same steam rifle, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the enemy, and the sound of gunfire was continuous, as if a tide was close to the waves of the sea.

It's coming, it's finally here.

Gastens breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Only then did he realize that he was not alone, and behind the death squad, there was Anken Rein's regular army. He tried to relax, but immediately realized that he was not out of danger. Four of the six enemies who tried to attack him had stopped because of the sound of the horn, but two more had already been with him for a round. Gastens' scimitar blocked one man's long knife, but it didn't stop the other's attack. His arm was cut by another man's long knife, and he donated blood, but it didn't hurt so much.

Not far away, Ivan was also caught in a bitter battle. However, the addition of the regular army of the 1st Regiment changed the tide of the war on a larger level. The yellow-clad soldiers who had just rushed past began to recede, and they no longer loved to fight, but instead focused on escaping.

The enemy who was fighting Gastens looked at him, cursed twice, and took two steps back to turn and run. With one arm hanging down at his side, and the whole person was a little shaky, Gastens looked blankly at the yellow-clothed soldiers who began to retreat from the opposite direction beside him, and those yellow-clothed soldiers passed by him and Ivan, but seemed indifferent to their enemies. Gastens stood alone in the yellow crowd, like a reef on a beach at low tide.

It was only then that Gastens realized that his mission as a daredevils was complete. He sat on a corpse with his legs limp. The corpse was still warm, like the arms of a mother or a lover. He subconsciously turned to look at the corpse's face, but saw only the despair of life solidified under the dirt and blood.

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Two hours later, the battle was over.

The 4th Division of the 6th Army Corps, which besieged the city of Lorraine, won the battle of Lorraine with the help of the regular army that was later put into the battlefield after exhausting the energy and will to fight of the defenders of Tulucas with death squads. More than 2,000 defenders of Tulucas were killed, more than 1,000 were missing, and the remaining 5,000 surrendered on the spot. Ankenrein, which was responsible for the attack, lost 60% of the death squads and less than a thousand regular troops to the 4th Division of the 6th Army.

"Head, we only have 56 brothers left."

Ivan and Zink, who had completed the battle damage statistics, came to Gastens with no joy on their faces at all, "This is too fucking hard, if it goes on like this, we will almost be dead in the next battle!" ”

"You think the status of a freeman is so easy to get?"

Gastens complained weakly, his injured arm had just been treated by a doctor from the regiment, although the bandaging was rough, the technique was primitive, and it was not sterilized, and it hurt badly. But Gastens's arm was finally saved for the time being.

"That's ...... It's too hard, isn't it? ”

Ivan frowned, his mood was no longer as relaxed as after the first battle, the brutality of the Battle of Lorraine and the magnitude of the losses made him have deep doubts about the future of the death squad.

"It's good to survive, and besides, my tactics are good."

Gastens knew what Ivan was worried about, and he had the same concern. In order not to continue on this depressing topic, he subtly diverted Ivan's attention.

"That's really amazing! Our two platoons of guns definitely killed a lot of people! If it weren't for the fact that we didn't have time to reload and everyone was messed up, we would have killed more enemies if we had to shoot in the second row and reload in the first row, as you said, Boss. ”

Hearing Ivan's words, although he had expected it and was very confident in the method of queuing to shoot, Gastens smiled relaxedly. With today's actual combat demonstration, these remaining soldiers, who have experienced two battles, are barely considered to be a qualified team. Give him some more time, and he will definitely be able to make these slave soldiers and death row prisoners burst into impressive combat effectiveness.

"Gastens, who's Gastens?!"

While a few people were chatting, regular army soldiers in red uniforms appeared in the makeshift camp of the 19th death squad. Gastens stood up and confirmed the man's identity.

"The head of the regiment is looking for you, let's go."

It should be a matter of line up to shoot tactics. Gastens thought about it briefly and probably guessed the reason. He followed the soldier out of the death squad station, walked along the moat of Lorraine, and saw the camp of the First Regiment outside the east gate. He followed the soldiers through the sentry post and found the commander of the 1st Regiment of the Regular Army, Charlotte Brown, in a spacious tent. Findley.

"You did well today, and the way your men shot in formation at the beginning of the battle seemed to be good, was it your idea?" , Charlotte? Findley uncharacteristically did not sit in the main seat of the tent, he sat outside the three men in the center of the tent, and his attitude was enthusiastic.

"Back to the head of the regiment, that's what I thought of. I felt that our steam rifles were not very accurate, slow to load, heavy equipment, and if everyone fought their own, the threat to the enemy would be limited, so I thought of such a method. ”

"As a death row inmate, it's nice to think of that. What crime have you committed? Not even a pardon? ”

The man sitting in the tent asked. He was burly, with gray sideburns, and he looked quite old. Gastens could probably tell from his military uniform and badge that this should be a colonel.

"Oh, let me introduce, this is Danny, the commander of our Fourth Division? Senior Colonel Carey, this is the commander of the 2nd Brigade? Colonel Aspel, this is the chief of staff of the 4th Division, Eugene? White, they came to pay our respects this time, and I talked about your platoon gun tactics, and several officers were very interested. ”

Commander of the 1st Regiment of the 2nd Brigade of the 4th Division of the 6th Army Corps, Charlotte ? Findley's attitude at this time was excellent, and Gastens saluted several commanders and replied to the division commander Danny? Carey's question.

"Sir, I started a newspaper to spread communism among the working class, and I was convicted of treason by the judge."

Hearing that it was treason, most of the people present took a light breath, Charlotte, the commander of the first regiment? Findley exclaimed slightly. This death row captain who he has always looked down on has done such a powerful thing?

"Communism? What is that? ”

"To put it simply, I want all the people in this country, whether they are nobles, royalty, workers, serfs, or soldiers, to have equal status, equal power, and enough and abundant food. I hope that there will be no exploitation and no exploitation in this country, and there will be no slavery and enslavement. I want workers to get an income and status that matches the labor they put in, and I want serfs to get rid of slavery and become freemen who can work their own land. I hope that soldiers will not die because of the indiscriminate lives of nobles who do not understand military affairs, and I hope that everyone in this country will not be plagued by poverty and hunger. ”

Hearing Gastens speak in a long line, there was a brief chill in the tent. Shaoqing, the second brigade commander Chang'an? Aspel broke the silence.

"This sounds like fucking bragging."

This sentence was like a hammer that smashed a glass bottle, and everyone burst into laughter. The officers laughed for a moment, then refocused their attention on Gastens' way of fighting.

"Boy, what communism you said sounds good, but it will definitely offend many people, so I will condemn you for treason, you soldier!"

The commander of the 4th Division, Danny? Carey laughed as he got up and walked over to Gastens. He circled Gastens twice, looked at his shabby gray death squad uniform, looked at his dusty and blood-soaked face, looked at his hastily wrapped left arm hanging from his chest, reached out and patted Gastens on the shoulder, and roared loudly.

"Daredevils Garstens!"

"Here!"

Gastens slammed his right foot against the heel of his left foot, straightened up, and stood straight.

"I order you to report to the divisional staff headquarters tomorrow, and spend a week proving that your tactics are effective, and then teach your tactics to all the reinforced regiments of our first division!"

Danny? Carey's order was apparently improvised by Gastens from the Second Brigade Commander An? Aspel and the head of the 1st regiment, Eugene? White saw obvious surprise on his face. He controlled the excitement in his heart and replied loudly.

"Report to the sir, forgive me!"

Charlotte? Findley let out a low exclamation, and he strode forward, slapping Gastens in the face.

"Hey, wait", Commander Danny? Carey stopped Charlotte? Findley, "Listen to what he has to say." ”

"Report to the sir, I promised to take my death squad brothers with me to become a regular army! This is my promise and I must fulfill it! ”

"How many people are in your death squad? How many charges did you fight? How many people died? ”

"Our 19th death squad has 97 people, and after two charges, there are 56 people left."

"Did you know that if you don't join the staff and continue to be in the death squad, you may die the next time you charge?" , Division Commander Danny? Carey accentuated his tone, with obvious displeasure in his words.

"Report to the chief, I am the captain of the 19th death squad, I promised my brothers something, even if I die, I will complete it!"

Gastens didn't think too much about it at this time, maybe it would not be so easy to die if he entered the division staff, maybe it would be more beneficial for him to carry out his plan by entering the division staff. But at this moment, he suddenly felt that if he went to the staff like this, he would no longer be qualified to be a leader, a revolutionary leader who could lead everyone.

The atmosphere in the tent was solemn, and everyone was waiting for the division commander Danny? Carey's reaction.

"Hahahaha", to the surprise of most people, Danny? Instead of laughing, Carey punched Gastens in the injured arm.

"You kid! Come to the staff tomorrow to report, and the next charge, you will die with your brother, okay! ”