"The core principle of the so-called skirmish line combat is to disperse! Why disperse? Because if you continue to march in line, the enemy's repeating steam rifles, the kind of weapon called the Thundering One, will kill all of you in rows like wheat harvesters, leaving not a single one behind! So, when you get to the battlefield and when the drums sound, remember your squad, a group of ten, and rush! When you see an enemy, get down and shoot! Kill the enemy and keep jumping up and rushing! Your commander will tell you the target of the attack, you just need to rush forward, follow the company commander to rush forward, protect yourself, complete the combat goal, and this battle is over! ”

Dada Ewalt, a soldier in the 3rd Company of the 3rd Regiment of the 2nd Division of the 1st Army of the National Salvation Army, recalled what his instructor told him. He didn't really know what his company's goal was, and the war that had just been started was just a hard and muddy day's trek and a heavy steam backpack for him. Now, though, as he began to march in formation, as the air entered his lungs, he seemed to sense his purpose.

"Control the speed! Control the speed! Follow the drums, and when we get close to the charge, we charge! ”

Company Commander Bob Collier shouted loudly, and the 3rd Company of Dada Ewalt's 3rd Regiment followed the drums, its red uniforms wafting through the air with a shocking beauty. Dada once heard the old men in the army say that in the heyday of Ankenrein's army, such red waves represented death.

The gray-clad enemies were still far away, and Dada could only faintly see their figures. The men seemed to have spotted them and were on the move. Dada stared at them, listened to the drums, and stepped forward. The soft ground made his figure a little crooked, and from time to time he would touch his comrades around him. And behind them, the group in charge of the shield chariots was pushing those chariots to the front, acting as cover.

"Dada, we are obviously the First Legion, why don't there be slave soldiers?"

Francisco Ali, who walked beside Dada Evolt, was a questionable young man, with a steam rifle in both hands, the muzzle of which was diagonally downward, and asked with his hair sideways.

"I don't know, I heard that there are not enough serfs, and they are all placed in the army attacking Enspan Province, right?"

Dada gave a vague answer, and just as he wanted to continue, he was interrupted by the company commander, Bob Collier.

"Don't speak! Listen to the drums forward! ”

Francisco grimaced at Dada and stopped talking. Dada also fell silent. As they marched, they waited for the shield chariot to take place. However, the chariot seemed to have encountered some problems, and only the sudden sound of the steam engine was heard, but its shadow was never visible. Dada couldn't help but glance back and saw that the car was stuck in the mud again.

"The men at the Weapons Research Institute are stupid," Francisco whispered, "how can you walk on such ground when this kind of car is very heavy?" They should let this kind of car only go on the hard road! ”

"Ali! Don't speak! ”

Bob Collier seemed to have his eyes on Francisco and roared again. Francisco smiled at Dada and fell silent. Dada turned his head and looked at the enemy in front of him, knowing that he probably couldn't count on this reassuring-looking vehicle this time.

"Bang-bang-"

The drumming behind him continued, and Dada began to tense as he watched the enemy getting closer and closer. As far as he could see, he could see the gray-clad figures, and he could see the sandbags piled up in the defensive line. Why not the Iron Shield Breastwork? Dada was a little confused. For this attack, the army has been training for a long time on the iron shield breastwork, but they did not expect the enemy to abandon this defensive method.

"Bang bang bang!"

The drums beat three times, and Dada knew that the final time had come. He stopped, feeling a slight heat. He unbuttoned the collar of his uniform and looked at his company commander.

"Everyone! The time has come to prove our loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor! Destroy the enemy in front of you, for Your Majesty! Charge!!!! ”

"Whew!!!!"

The soldiers shouted loudly and began to charge. After the Battle of Elena two years earlier, Ankenrein's army abandoned the formation attack, using the same skirmish tactics as Anna, hoping to reduce their own losses.

"Rush forward! Attack their positions and kill them!! ”

Company Commander Bob Collier shouted as he ran. Dada glanced back, and the company commander was about fifty meters behind his brothers. Have you run so far? As he ran, he felt the heavy steam pack behind him and looked at the enemies in front of him. Within his sight, the enemies that had just been one by one had all disappeared.

"Why did you get down on your stomach? Because then your target is smaller, and it is less likely to be hit! You pigs, Lao Tzu told you the way to keep you alive, why are you still so crooked? ”

The scolding instructor did not go to the front, but Dada Ewalt was a studious man, and he tried to find a place to hide or cover the land ahead of him, according to the instructor's instructions, only to find that there was no place for him to hide his body in the vast farmland here. He continued to run, his shoulders were grinding from the shoulder straps of the steam pack, and even with calluses, running with such a thing was still a huge burden for Dada.

There were still no shots on the battlefield, everyone was advancing, trying to get the enemy into their range. Dada knows, though, that the enemy's weapons have a longer range than theirs. So, they had to brave enemy fire to advance.

Dada continued to run, and he passed through several comrades who were lying on the ground and continued to run. Now there are still three or four hundred meters away from the enemy, far from the distance where he can slow down and crawl, and his comrades-in-arms are either too stupid to remember the tactical drills, or too clever to try to dodge the first round of charge.

Thinking of this, Dada stopped, he didn't know the whole battle situation, and he didn't know that the first legion he was in was the only legion that was now receiving the enemy. He was just reminded by the few comrades-in-arms who were twisting like snakes on the ground, and maybe, he could do the same and let the comrades behind rush forward?

"Rush me!! You death-dreading ghosts! Lao Tzu cut you down! ”

There was an unknown shout from behind, and Dada looked back to find that the prostrate soldiers had been picked up from the ground and began to sprint. He sighed softly, slowed down slightly, and continued to charge.

In this black land, the entire 1st and 2nd Divisions of the 1st Army Corps, which were located on the front, had turned into a sea of red and rushed towards the gray islands in front of them. If one could look down from above, they would see that Elena had built two defensive positions on the left and right of their march, and of the two positions, there did not seem to be too obvious defenses.

"Rush, !!!!!"

The soldiers were still roaring, and the soldiers who rushed ahead seemed to be within reach of the enemy. Dada looked at the distance between them and the enemy's lines, thinking about when it was time to get down. And at this time, a crisp sound of "da-" sounded on the battlefield.

That's the enemy's Luoshan type!

Although he had never seen it, Dada knew that what was ringing now was the enemy's killer weapon, the Luoshan 1 steam machine gun, which the instructor had emphasized several times. He rolled subconsciously and fell to the ground, smacking the steam backpack on his back. He raised his head, only to find that the sea of red that had just been everywhere had disappeared because of this burst of gunfire.

Did they hit us?

As soon as the question arose, it was answered by screams. The screams around him let Dada know that the enemy had hit his teammates. He struggled to keep his body down, holding his head up, trying to find the enemy's position. From his distance, he could already see clearly the defenses of the enemy's position, the obstacles of those sandbags blocking his vision, and he could not even see the enemy's position.

"Bang-bang-"

The drums sounded again, and Dada began to crawl forward. The steam pack on his back made him uncomfortable, but he knew he couldn't help it. Without this backpack, he would have no offensive weapon. Around him, soldiers like him, some of them began to crawl, and some of them raised their guns to aim, providing fire cover for the soldiers who were crawling.

"Bang-"

The gunshots rang out again, this time it was different from the previous one, Dada guessed that this time it was the kind of steam rifle called the Thunder One, and the soldiers who had stopped on their side also began to shoot, the same monotonous "bang-bang-" sound. The two sides are coming and going, and the soldiers who are crawling forward are closing the distance between themselves and the enemy.

It seems, so that it is possible to approach the enemy?

Dada climbed and thought at the same time. The soft black dirt stained his uniform, but he didn't mind. Instead, he seems to be somewhat addicted to that earthy taste. On his back, the already fully pressurized steam pack hissed from time to time, reminding him of his state.

The gunfire continued, and the two sides exchanged contacts. Dada felt that the battle did not seem difficult until now. He lay on his stomach for a moment, stopped, and began to aim. According to the tactical code, he and his teammates should alternate forwards and cover each other.

Aim...... Aim......

Dada's eyes searched for enemies through the crosshairs on the steam rifle, but in his field of vision, the figures behind the sandbags seemed to be enemies, and they seemed to be just ordinary obstacles. He tried to shoot a shot, but to no avail.

"Poof—"

A familiar voice made Dada smart, and he looked sideways to find that the squad leader not far away had been headshot by an enemy's ranged weapon. He looked at the man's corpse and swallowed.

It's okay, they only hit the leader.

Dada continued to aim, occasionally seeing a few gray hats behind the sandbags on the opposite side, and he tried to shoot, but still found nothing. And behind him, the comrade-in-arms who had just shot had already crawled past him.

Dada knew that this kind of prostrate was not always safe, and when the distance between the two sides was close to a certain point, the enemy could directly aim at the prostrate enemy and shoot. And when that time comes, it's time for your side to charge. He swallowed and continued to aim and shoot, as if that was his only mission.

"Gone, gone!"

Francisco's shouts woke Dada from some kind of trance, Dada put away his gun, and the mechanical one began to crawl. Although it had only been a short time, he always felt as if a whole day had passed. He crawled over a corpse, took a general look, but saw no wounds.

"Bang bang bang-"

The gunfire on the battlefield seemed to be a little more intense, and Dada knew that as the two sides got closer, the gunfire and death would only become more frequent. He continued to crawl, crawling past his teammates who were helping him cover for fire. By this time, he could count the number of sandbags.

"Charge !!!"

I don't know which commander shouted, and countless red figures jumped up and charged. Dada, like them, got up, picked up his rifle and began to shout.

"Da Da Da-"

Although he had only heard it a few times, the already familiar sound of gunfire made Dada recognize the reality. The enemy's steam machine guns fired, and the soldiers who had just jumped up and charged fell down in large numbers, and the rest fell down again, and began to try to aim and counterattack. At this distance, it was no longer enough to keep them safe just lying on their stomachs, and from time to time soldiers who were looking up to shoot were concentrated by the enemy, and their own results were still few. Dada felt his heart beat so hard that he could even hear the sound of bullets flying over his head.

"Poof—"

It was the enemy's ranged weapon, Dada was already familiar with it, and every time he heard it, it meant the death of one of his own commanders. He forced himself not to look for the slain commander, instead focusing all his attention on his crosshairs. He raised his head, aimed, looked at a suspected enemy, shot, and then lay down. And it wasn't until he had done the whole set of moves that he realized he seemed to be going too fast.

Did you hit it? Did it work?

"Bang-bang-"

The drumming continued, and from time to time someone shouted to charge, but the soldiers were suppressed by enemy fire, and it was difficult for Dada to raise his head, and occasionally raised his head a few times, and could not aim at ease. Enemy bullets flew overhead, and their own soldiers were constantly hit, and the attack seemed to have no effect.

What to do?

Dada swallowed and pushed the bolt to complete the reload. He was about to try to raise his gun again, but he heard a crisp "staring" sound. At the same time, his back trembled slightly, and he knew that someone must have hit his steam pack.

Guns, can they still be used?

Dada thought as he began to move his position. And at this moment, an even more violent machine gun sounded. Dada had to crawl tightly and remain motionless. What he didn't know was that at the same time as the machine guns rang out, countless fighters stood in the opposite position, and they held their guns and fired at the red targets on the ground that were lying still. The sound of machine guns and rifles joined together, filling the air with the smell of scorching.

When will this battle end......

Dada Ewalt, who had just rushed to the battlefield for less than half an hour, suddenly began to miss peace immensely.

And the fighting, it continues.