In Paulton Warren's understanding, the only way to achieve victory was to shoot later than the enemy. Although he is a veteran compared to his comrades-in-arms, his veteran qualifications are limited to the limited military training and education he received during the Second Militia Division. For the various complex variations of the queue shooting tactics, Baotong Warren only knows a rough idea. The only thing he remembered was the iron rules given to them by the instructors.

Line up to shoot tactics, if the range of the weapons of both sides is similar, you must play the gun than the enemy to win.

"Listen to the drums in the back! Don't be cowardly! We're going to shoot later than the enemy!! ”

Emphasizing the knowledge he remembered for the third time, Baotong Warren clamped his Glory Steam Rifle in one hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the other. Although the day was almost over, the weather was not much cooler as it approached the end of the evening.

And opposite him, the enemy dressed in red was already clearly visible. Compared to the thin formation of their own side, the enemy line, which threw a division of strength into one attack, looked so strong and indestructible.

The drums in the air were a little more agitated. Baotong Warren put the enemy into his aiming ring, and then compared it with the two scales on the ring, knowing that the opponent was already in his shooting range. However, the enemy had no intention of firing, and their intentions were obvious and easy to guess, and the sniper unit that was also waiting for Elena to shoot first.

If only there were steam machine guns.

Baotong Warren himself had only seen a steam machine gun a few times from afar. That powerful weapon completely refreshed his understanding of war, and also made him realize Elena's strength, and strengthened his confidence in Elena. It's just that Baotong Warren, who was still watching those steam machine guns devastate on the shooting range not long ago, can't imagine that one day he will fight more with less with a group of untrained recruits without steam machine guns.

"Can't shoot, can't shoot, can't shoot......"

The warrior who walked beside Paulton Warren repeated the same words quietly, nonfactorily. Baotong Warren, who had just been a little distracted, was suddenly startled, only to find that there was only about eighty meters between his own queue and the enemy's queue. At this distance, the weapons of both sides can exert almost half of their power, and after a round of shooting, the opposing side will have to lie down one to two percent of the enemy. However, under such temptation, neither his own soldiers nor the soldiers on the opposite side fired a shot.

"Can't shoot, can't shoot, can't shoot......"

The warrior was still repeating the incantation. Although the sound was not loud, it sounded together with the drum that controlled the rhythm, which made Baotong a little depressed. His left hand, holding the Glory Rifle, was covered with sweat. And the index finger that held the gun handle and held the trigger was even stiffer like a stone.

Why don't you shoot yet?

Why don't you shoot yet?

It's going to die, it's going to die, it's going to die!

Baotong's heart was roaring, the distance between the two sides was still shortening, and it was already approaching a very dangerous number. Beyond that distance, everyone's first-round hit rate will increase as the distance between the two sides gets closer. And within that distance, the team that shoots after shooting will gain far less than what they lose.

Why don't you shoot yet!

"Bang bang!"

The rapid sound of drums sounded almost in no particular order, and the soldiers on both sides who were approaching tightened their right hands violently, and the bullets in their hands had already been fired. In the blink of an eye, the warriors beside Baotong fell. He looked across and saw that the situation on the other side was similar to his own.

All of a sudden, screams and moans were heard endlessly.

However, the firing continued.

The soldiers in the second row fired the bullets in their hands at the opposite side without a pause, and the soldiers on the opposite side did the same thing as if looking in a mirror. The only difference is that the soldiers of the Fourth Militia Division where Baotong is located are slightly flustered and distracted, while the enemy soldiers look more serious and standardized.

"Bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Drums and gunshots rang out one after another, and Baotong had retreated to the rear to reload by this time. He hurriedly stabbed his buckshot with a stabbing strip, but he couldn't get in. He hurriedly raised his hand to wipe his sweat, but found that his hands were already full of blood.

"I was shot?"

Bao Tong looked at his abdomen with some dullness, where a small red hole was flowing blood.

"It doesn't hurt?"

Baotong subconsciously generated this question, but the question in his heart obviously no one would answer. All around him, everyone is fighting for Elena and the enemy. And in the air, the constant sound of drums became more and more rapid and depressing.

Baotong finally finished loading. At this time, the soldiers beside him had long since lost their formation, and everyone was probably standing on a somewhat curved human wall, some bowing their heads to reload, and some raising their guns to shoot, and they couldn't even distinguish everyone's position if they didn't distinguish carefully.

"Kill, !!!!!"

Seeing that the distance was close enough, the enemy on the opposite side, after another shot, rushed over with a scimitar in his aloft high. Baotong looked at his companion beside him, and suddenly realized that his life and death and Elena's life and death were all pressed on this small battle.

"Kill, !!!"

Bao Tong shouted and raised the big knife in his back and rushed forward. There was a dull pain in his abdomen, but he didn't mind. In his full field of vision, there were only the roaring enemies on the other side.

Their clothes were as red as blood.

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While Pothorn Warren and his companions were fighting desperately for Elena, the army of the Negru Republic appeared in front of the position that Elena was building to the west of the Willow River. They gathered and camped about a kilometer in front of their position, and then sent out scouts to scout the surrounding terrain and expand their area of control. The soldiers guarding the defense line on the west bank of the Liuyin River could roughly see the enemy's movements.

"Hurry up, don't use the stones and stakes, pile up the sandbags for me, just pile them up!!"

Garence Warren walked along a rushing parappet line, and behind him, busy soldiers were using their last days to build a line. Due to the time constraints, the original iron shield defense line consisting of wooden piles, stone filling, and movable iron plates was simply not in time to be built. Garence Warren and his comrades had to resort to the improvised method of building a half-man's high fortification out of sandbags and gravel for defense. However, the enemy arrived too quickly and too quickly for them to complete even such a defense.

"Can such a work work?"

In Caleb Warren's absence, Bakon Warren, who had succeeded him in managing the 1st Militia Division, walked beside Garence with some uncertainty in his tone, "How do you protect your upper body with only sandbags?" ”

"Raise the base, make do with it......", Gallence was not particularly satisfied with this kind of hasty fortification. However, neither time nor the enemy would allow him to build better and stronger fortifications. He and Beckon Warren walked along the fortifications, and some of the soldiers who were building them recognized them and got out of the way. Some don't, and they're still working. Garence helped a soldier pile sandbags onto the fortifications before turning to Beckon Warren to continue the conversation.

"There's no news from Kaleib when he goes to Johor Bahru Pass, and I don't know what happened over there."

"He didn't take us there, he went alone, and it was probably not easy to do things. It's still your Ninth Regiment that remains over there, and I don't know if we can get Elliot. ”

"That person Isser, he is not afraid of death, but he is not very delicate. Calaiber went to help him, and it would make us feel more at ease with the enemy on this side. ”

As the commander of the 2nd Militia Division, Garence still has a basic understanding of the character and ability of the nine regiment commanders under his command. In his opinion, if Calaiber and Isser could cooperate, Prince Eliot would have no problem as long as he did not use force.

"The enemy won't attack today, will he? I don't see their steam cannons coming. ”

Beken had no doubts about Garence's judgment, and he looked sideways at the busy positions of the enemy in the distance, and began to talk about the current situation of the battle.

"It's very likely, and it's almost dark now, and fighting a war when it's dark is not good for them or us."

Gallance replied quietly. He already had a preliminary idea of how to guard the west side of the river for as long as possible, which was nothing more than a word, drag. The enemy now needs to pack up the camp and control the surrounding open area, and is so busy that he should not remember to attack them for a while. And what they have to do is to use this time to build as many fortifications as possible and increase the combat effectiveness of the army.

Hearing Garence's words, Bakken nodded slightly. His judgment was the same as that of Garence, that the enemy should wait for their steam cannon to be in place before attacking tomorrow. What you have to do is to resist and wound the enemy as much as possible, and then retreat to the east bank of the river beach as quickly as possible.

Once again, however, the actions of the Negrus Army exceeded the judgment of Garence and Beken. Just as Garence and Bakken had completed their inspection of the fortifications they were building, the Negru army, which had not yet set up camp in the distance, began to assemble again.

"Ready for battle! Defend in array! All inflate rifles! Beware of enemy attacks!! ”

After discovering the enemy's movements, shouts of combat readiness on their own positions rose one after another. The soldiers of the 1st and 2nd Militia Divisions, who had retreated from the Naksan crossing, began to line up after having just built less than half of the defensive line. In the sky above them, the dazzling sunlight was gradually becoming mild.

It was evening, and the battle was not over.

In less than twenty minutes, the enemy's vanguard had completed its assembly and began to blow its bagpipes. This heightened the tension on Elena's side. You must know that those who remain on the battlefield now are all soldiers who have fought for four days at the Luoshan Pass and have hardly rested. After they came to the west side of the river, they first helped the farmers evacuate, and then built the construction site, and basically had no time to rest. It would be difficult for such an extremely exhausted soldier to prepare for battle again, and even if the enemy's steam cannon did not arrive, the two sides would also fight each other and line up to shoot, and Ariana's troops would have no chance of winning.

"They're starting to move forward......"

Standing on a platform with more than a dozen boxes, Gallance fed back to Bakken what he saw. Bakken nodded, and let the unrelated people retreat to the east side of the riverbank. According to their plan, the position on the west side of the river beach did not need to be held for a long time, and if they could drag the other side for a day, they would drag the other side for a day. If you can drag the other party for half a day, you can drag the other party for half a day.

From Gallance's point of view, the blue-clad Negru soldiers turned an unintelligible brown in the evening sunlight, and they approached Elena's bay position step by step with their empty flutes.

"How many are there?"

Bakken climbed up and sat down on the edge of a box, "The enemy is in such a hurry to attack, there should not be many of them." Is it possible for us to fight back? ”

"Probably a division, the military flag has not been seen before, it is not the 19th, 20th, and 21st armies that have been fighting with us, it should be their 22nd army."

"If there are more people, it is good, you can fight wheel warfare, this division should be a full division, and this time it has not been a battle, and its mental state and desire to fight are good", Bakken frowned, "If it goes on like this, it will be difficult for us to fight." ”

"Well, the sum of the people that the 1st and 2nd Divisions can fight now is the strength of one division, and many soldiers are still very tired. But we don't have to be here either. Strike a dozen and wound their living forces, then retreat to the east side of the bend and drag them with them. When the chairman returns, we are letting the enemy know what it means to be depressed. ”

Gallance has been silent about the chairman's eastward orientation, and this is the first time he has taken the initiative to mention it to Bakken. As a loyal user of Gastens, Bakken was intrigued as soon as he heard the news of the chairman. He leaned closer to Garence and asked in a whisper.

"When will the chairman come back?"

"I don't know," Garence shook his head, "but I'll be back, and it should be soon." When the chairman returns, we will make these Negru mongrels who dare to attack Elena while the chairman is not there look good! ”

"Hmmm! Kill them all! ”

Beken's voice was unconsciously louder, but was drowned out by the louder drumming in the air. In front of the two, the first formation of soldiers on both sides had already begun to engage.

The gunfire rang out like a sudden torrential rain.

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"Is there another fight?"

In the office of Elena Factory 1, Daisy looked up and looked in the direction of the river. She always felt like she heard gunshots, but the distance from the Liuyin River to the No. 1 factory was not enough for her to hear anything. In her sight, only the sunset in the western sky hung in the sky, like a blood-colored rainbow, hanging in the sky.

"I don't know, but our spies say that the enemy is marching at maximum speed, and if they insist on continuing to attack while we are not well prepared, it is possible to continue fighting tonight."

Zink, while packing up his things, looked at Daisy, "Daisy, do you want to prepare it too?" The situation at Johor Bahru Pass was terrible, the 9th Regiment of the 4th Division had no news after the encounter with the enemy, and the spies said that their troops were still marching quickly towards Elena. Our forces on the eastern flank are simply not enough to organize an effective sniper battle, and we are running out of time. ”

"I know."

Daisy answered softly, was silent for a moment, and then cursed.

"Fuck Elliot!"

"The leader said early on that he could not trust the feudal forces, and that he must always be prepared for an alliance with them. We also knew all along, but we didn't expect that something would happen at this juncture in the Negro Republic's attack......"

Zink frowned, and the strength in his hand increased, "After this catastrophe, we have to settle accounts with the Gibson family." ”

"A must."

Daisy took her gaze away from the sunset that had stained the sky red, and turned to go out the door.

"I'll go back and get something, I'll come back and clean it up later."

"Okay."

Zinke packed the last stack of minutes into a box, glanced at the room that had witnessed the founding of the Communist Party, sighed softly, and closed the door.

Gradually, gradually, the blood-colored daylight filled the silent room.