The drumming continues, low and majestic.

The sound of the empty flute continues, ethereal and long.

On the battlefield in front of Gastens, soldiers on both sides were approaching, approaching.

"Boss ......"

Sink? Warren cried as he beat the drums. Tears rolled down his cheeks, dripping onto the drum, and then bouncing as the drum shook and splashed in the air.

"What the fuck is it called! Beat the drum for Lao Tzu! ”

Gastens cursed, his eyes unblinking, looking at the battlefield in front of him. The number of armored spearmen hidden by the enemy behind the soldiers of the Duchy of Tulucas was not very large, probably a thousand people, the size of a regiment. But the timing of their appearance was too good, their own death squad had just lost their formation due to the pursuit, and the regular army in the rear had not yet entered the attack distance. The enemy just seized this gap and directly squeezed his strongest forces into the emptiness of his own forces, almost completely annihilating the death squads that charged out. And if it weren't for these death squads at the front, Gastens estimated that at least four or five hundred people would have died in those regular troops.

The two sides are getting closer and closer. Gastens couldn't see the state of the regular troops in the first two rows, but he could guess how nervous those people were. However, because of the inferiority of their own weapons, they must carry through the enemy's rounds of guns before firing in order to achieve maximum damage. So, together with Zinke, he suppressed the beat of the drum, and when the distance between the two sides was about seventy or eighty meters, he blew the whistle.

"Qu—"

As the whistle sounded almost simultaneously, it was the modulation of the empty whistle, and just as the first two rows of red-clad regular soldiers began to stop, raise their guns, and aim, the armored gunners on the opposite side had already raised their guns in an orderly manner. After the loud roar, the first two rows of red-clad spearmen fell a little bit again, and the rest of the people were obviously a little flustered, and some of them had already begun to shoot one after another.

Don't shoot! You need to control the rhythm!!!!

Gastens shouted silently in his heart, he was still about ten meters away from the best range, but he knew that his soldiers on his side would not be able to bear it. In the face of such a powerful enemy, it is difficult for the average person to control themselves and stand there waiting for the enemy to shoot. Gastens knew that if he didn't blow the whistle and help the soldiers at the front release the pressure, he would lose the last control of those soldiers.

"Qu—"

The whistle blew again, and the long-awaited regulars in the front row finally waited for the instructions to shoot. In the face of such a formidable enemy, their only reliance is the spear in their hand. Gunshots rang out, and lead bullets shot out of the chambers, but most of them, again ricocheted off by the enemy's iron armor, leaving only faint traces.

"Qu—"

Gastens was still blowing the whistle, and at this time, he had to constantly give the soldiers new instructions to make them forget their fears. The survivors of the first two rows of red-clad soldiers on the field who dodged the enemy's first round of guns were a little flustered, but on the whole, they were still carrying out Gastens's tactics. Shoot, shoot in the next row, reload.

However, this process was quickly destroyed by the second round of fire from those armored gunners on the opposite side. After three rounds of firing between the two sides, the formation of the first and second rows of their own side had completely collapsed, most of the soldiers fell to the ground, and a small number of soldiers also scattered and fled, giving up the three or four rows of soldiers behind.

Zink's drums suddenly struck three times in succession and intensity.

The red-clothed soldiers in the third and fourth rows silently raised their steam spears, and on the opposite side of them, the ironclad spearmen who had barely lost their numbers advanced silently, and the sound of the empty whistle in the air was ethereal and melodious, like a legendary elf.

Gastens quickly calculated the battle loss ratio of the two sides in his heart, judging from the current losses, breaking through his own platoon of gun battle lines, the opponent's loss was less than 5%, and in this way, his twenty rows of soldiers could theoretically destroy the other side. But theory is theory, in fact, as long as the first three groups of platoon gun combinations on their side cannot achieve visible results, the soldiers in the rear are estimated to collapse, and there is not much time left for Gastens.

"Qu—"

The thinking continues, and the war continues. Gastens continued to blow the whistle, desperately looking for a way to break the game. There was a slight commotion in the line of soldiers in the third and fourth rows, and the soldiers on both sides of the line began to converge towards the center, turning the line-shaped line into a curve with two sides convex.

Right! Flank!

Gastens realized the intentions of the field commander. On the battlefield of this era, the commander's orders could not be given quickly and clearly, and many times the way of fighting had to be decided by the commanders themselves. The change in the formation of the platoon gun line is obviously an adjustment made by the grassroots commanders of the third or fourth platoon on the basis of their own experience.

Gastens had neither the power nor the time to judge, and he continued to blow the whistle and lead his soldiers to shoot. The crisp sound of the Type 27 rifle resounded densely on the battlefield, and then was covered by the deeper gunfire of the enemy.

Buckshot flies in the air, and lives are lost on the battlefield.

This wave of formation adjustments has achieved better results, the enemy's array has been attrition more, but the third and fourth rows of your own gun lines are also rapidly depleting soldiers with the increase in the number of rounds of mutual fire. Gastens was only a rough estimate, and he could judge that the resistance of the third and fourth platoons could still only cause less than 10% attrition on the opposing side.

This is not enough.

"Boy! When I'm done, you stop the drums and whistles! Do you understand? ”

Division Commander Danny? Carey's voice rang out from behind Gastens, who and his guards were on horseback, steam rifles in their hands, shiny scimitars hanging from their waists, and the overloaded steam packs neighing on the horse's back.

"Good!"

Gastens replied aloud, but suddenly realized his mistake. There is a division on his side with a combat strength of nearly 10,000 people, and the opponent's armored spearmen are only 1,000 people, rather than going up in a row like this to shoot the opponent, it is better to rush up in a swarm, desperately consume the opponent's two rounds of ammunition, and fight with the opponent hand-to-hand!

The division commander is the division commander after all, Danny? Carey spotted the mistakes on the battlefield accurately. He led the guards to rush up, and wherever he passed, the soldiers let out bursts of suppressed cheers.

Gastens blew three short whistles at the end, signaling the end of the tactics and the soldiers going their separate ways. Sink? Alan stood next to him, put down his drumstick, and reached out to wipe his tears.

By this point, there was no place for them on the battlefield.

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The cavalry of the 3rd Brigade was entangled in the enemy's anti-cavalry phalanx and could not be rescued for the time being. The division commander and his guards had less than two hundred men, and a direct attack on the other side would definitely be dead or alive. However, their presence boosted their morale, and the soldiers abandoned the array of guns fifty meters apart and rushed forward with steam rifles and scimitars. The enemy's armored gunners, seeing this, stopped for the first time after their appearance.

"Bang bang—"

The enemy's characteristic muffled gunfire began to sound continuously, and some of the division commanders and guards who rushed in front turned over and fell from their horses. Gastens staring at Danny intently? Carey, in his heart, silently prayed for him.

The distance between the two sides is actually very close because of the previous tactics. The soldiers of the third and fourth platoons were less than fifty meters from the enemy, and the soldiers of the fifth and sixth platoons were less than a hundred meters. This distance would not even take twenty seconds to sprint with all your might, and even considering the situation on the ground and the weight of the soldiers, one minute would be enough time for your own soldiers to smash their scimitars into the enemy's heads.

After three rows of enemy guns, the red soldiers and the dark reef finally collided. A bloodflower slammed into the junction. The enemy was apparently also prepared for melee combat, and they were divided into two rows, the first row of steam rifles, drawing out their long knives and wielding them in unison. The dazzling light of the knife one by one makes people dizzy. The second platoon calmly reloaded and fired, bringing more damage to the red-clothed soldiers who rushed in front of them.

This is definitely not an ordinary soldier!

This superb battle array of cold weapons and rifles, as well as the sharp rifle platoon guns before, all mean that these armored spearmen are absolutely the elite troops of the Neglo Republic!

Gastens opened his eyes wide and looked at the battlefield in the distance. After closing the distance, the enemy's superiority in weapons was weakened, and the superiority of one's own numbers was magnified, and the balance of battle began to tilt in favor of the 4th Division. However, soldiers in plate armor and standing in array, even if they put down their steam rifles, have a natural advantage in cold weapon combat. They did everything they could to maintain their array, inflicting great damage on the red-clad soldiers who swarmed up.

It's just such a touch of kung fu, division commander Danny? Carey lost his horse. Gastens could barely see him and his guards. They rushed to the front and went head-to-head with the enemy.

Gastens stood up, raised his scimitar in his right hand, and glanced at Zink. Zink glanced at him, solemnly straightened his gray military uniform, and took out his scimitar.

We are the last daredevils standing here, if we don't get up, who else will go?

Gastens began to charge with his scimitar, his injured left arm swinging with his movements, occasionally sending a flurry of pain. But in such a situation, he can no longer care about the pain. He was going to charge, charge, charge with his brothers, and die on that battlefield together.

The fighting continued, and when Gastens rushed into the field, the panzer gunmen were still struggling to hold their line, and although they had suffered more than 20% casualties, the remaining soldiers were still fighting stubbornly. According to the judgment of the old Gastens, the numerical superiority of the 4th Division would ultimately determine the outcome of the battle.

But at this moment, behind those armored spearmen, more earthy yellow soldiers appeared. It was Tulucas's infantry, who appeared on the battlefield at this time with very clear intentions.

Support these armored spearmen and destroy the offensive of the 4th Division.

Gastens saw the soldiers, and more of the red-clad soldiers saw the soldiers. The earthy soldiers began to charge, howling, and raising their long knives. Many feathered arrows flew out of their ranks and landed on the battlefield.

If you go on like this, you will lose!

Gastens was close to the front line of the battle between the two sides. The enemy's armored spearmen were no longer able to maintain a hot and cold combat mode, and they fought with their own cold weapons, just like their own. Although there are many people on their side, there is no array, although some people continue to rush up, and some people cut each other, but their losses are amazing.

Not only that, seeing that the soldiers of their own side who were in yellow clothes had obviously begun to slow down, this battle had been fought so far, the tactics of the Fourth Division had been completely destroyed, and morale had become a decisive factor if it was purely based on the sea of people. And after the other party invested new vitality, Gastens did not have much confidence in the morale of his side.

They need assistance.

A dense sound of horses' hooves appeared behind Gastens, and the sound of horses' hooves was heavier and more shocking than that of the light cavalry of the Fourth Division. Countless soldiers on the battlefield subconsciously looked in the direction where the voice came from at this moment.

It was a group of horsemen dressed in red on tall horses. Unlike ordinary cavalrymen, each of them had a complex set of apparatus on horseback behind them, with four metal walls protruding from both sides of those mechanical devices, and an exaggerated steam spear was erected in front of the red-coated cavalry.

No, it should be said that it is a steam hand cannon.

That's the Hand Cannon Cavalry of the Ankenrein Empire! It's also an elite unit with explosive combat power!

Gastens had only heard of this unit in his previous life, and this was the first time he had seen it. The soldiers beside him were also clearly unfamiliar with these new forces. No matter how strange they were, they could recognize it as their own troops.

As a result, the cheers suddenly rang out, and the morale that was about to collapse just now gathered again, and everyone pinned their hopes on the strangely shaped cavalry behind them.

On the opposite side, Tulukas's soldiers had already rushed to the front, and behind them, the newly appeared hand cannon cavalry were still three or four hundred meters away from the battlefield, but they were faster and had the hope of reaching out before enemy reinforcements arrived to destroy the resistance of the Fourth Division.

Gastens pulled Zinke and got out of the way of the cavalry charge.

But they didn't charge. The cavalry drew a long arc when they were still more than a hundred meters away from the warring sides, and turned their flanks towards the battlefield. All of them leaning towards the battlefield aimed their steam cannons at the armored spearmen.

And their own people!!!

Gastens realized something, and her hair stood upside down. But no one on the battlefield cared about it, and everyone's attention was focused on the new artillery cavalry.

"Boom-"

The sound of the steam cannon was like thunder, and the red-clothed soldiers and enemy armored spearmen who were fighting fiercely fell to the ground with the sound of the gunfire. Some of the steam cannons fired bullets that pierced through the body of the red-clad soldier and then through the armor of the armoured gunner, connecting the two bodies together like a sugar gourd.

"Boom-"

In another round, the cavalry of the hand guns used a salvo tactic similar to that of the platoon gun tactics, and the two rounds of hand cannon salvos tore the line of those armored gunners into three or four sections. Immediately afterwards, the cavalry turned to the flanks, turned around, and rushed over again.

"Boom-"

This time, the armored spearmen completely lost their formation, and the red-clothed soldiers around them, who were already hungry and thirsty, rushed forward with a scream. The enemy has no formation, no weapons, and how can he resist four or five times the enemy with only that layer of armor?

The red flow of people is like waves that overflow the sandy beach, drowning those black reefs.