In Xijiang City, it is still in order. [Full text reading]

Outside the 5-meter-high reinforced concrete wall, a traditional 10-meter wall has long been added, enough to resist the onslaught of light infantry, and within 2 kilometers outside the wall, with the help of rugged terrain, a total of 12 machine-gun bunkers are arranged, similar to the north side of the river, but slightly fewer in number.

In the past, due to the city walls, there were no hidden castles at all, and it was also because of the astonishing strength shown by Kaman that there were these defensive designs that were not easy to destroy and had poor vision. According to the norms of the Thermal Weapon Age, the bunkers should be scattered at least five or even ten kilometers, but the gentlemen of the Western Continent do not have artillery, so it is more important to concentrate their own firepower.

These ideas, very few put forward by Chen Yi, most of them were perfected by Yu Weichao and Shi Nengren, with the victory of the last sniper station, everyone in Xijiang Water Village is full of confidence this time.

Yun Village, Xia Yun Village, Hunting Village, Dongxia Hunting Village, West Hunting Village, Shangshi Village, and the four Xiashi Villages, east, west, south, and south, were the first city-states to surrender and joined the preparations for war without any choice. For them, Chen Yi only needed to hand over the letter to join the war, and they immediately sent the strong laborers in the village over - it was this attitude of submission that made some villages in the Western Continent, where the war was ordinary, survive. After all, rather than silently enduring exploitation, taking the initiative to participate in the forces of a certain party and actively participating in it can at least ensure survival after victory. Even in the eyes of the earthlings, the attitude of these villages makes it impossible for them to find fault.

She Lei even proposed to form a new purely indigenous spear team. His so-called spearmen were, of course, hot weapon guns, but Yu Weichao was only allowed to give two hunting village squads to the formation and immediately sent them to the dense forest to carry out raiding missions.

Needless to say, such small-scale guerrilla warfare was very dangerous, which made She Lei and Yu Weichao slap the table, but nothing came of it. All of them have varying degrees of wariness of the natives, with the exception of She Lei's straightforward nature, everyone else agrees with building the power of the earth itself first.

Of course, no matter how the top management of the water village made the decision, the natives of the Western Continent would only find them cordial and welcoming, just and strict...... Ordinary people always see what is in front of them, and they are unwilling to think about the deeper problems. It is as if the Chinese peasants of the last century were so supportive of the proletarian revolution that they never imagined that they would become the proletariat forever.

Except for the village of Guishun, most of the other people in the Xijiang Water Village were hired laborers, and those who came from far away could not leave immediately, so they could only stay in the city obediently, listening to the sound of artillery fire from time to time outside.

Qin Dajiang adjusted the speed of the machine gun to 100 rounds per minute, pulled the trigger and released it, it was basically a cannonball, for those ordinary cavalry riding beasts, the deterrent power was already great enough, even if someone rushed up without dying, he shot a row of 25mm cannonballs, and the dragon beasts had to be knocked to the ground.

The Humvee is also strong enough, ordinary javelins and bows and arrows can't hurt the Humvee in motion, and the only one who takes the risk is Qin Dajiang, although he is in the turret, but it is a semi-enclosed turret.

Fortunately, they always traveled outside the enemy's brigade, and if they encountered too many people, they would also use artillery shells to open the matter, and within a radius of 4 kilometers from the water village, there were a few hidden bunkers that could help, and the enemy's idea of attacking with cavalry was naturally bankrupt.

Within 2 kilometers of the highway, the automatic rifle still had a shot without a shot, that was the only surviving tree whistle, Hunting Wind, the son of the head of the village of Shanghunting, who could shoot 3 stone bows, and had the quality of level 8 in physical skills, and it only took 1 hour to shoot three consecutive shots of all red hearts.

Hunting Wind was also arranged on a tree post near the water village, which saved him to a certain extent. Near the highway is an open field, all the knights who want to get close to the attack, will not only be greeted by the hunting wind, but also have the help of heavy machine guns, on the wall of the water village, Chen Yi and the others have been paying attention to the progress of the enemy army.

Of course, what can really guarantee his survival is the strength of the hunting wind, he is like a teenager growing up in the woods, carrying an automatic rifle, he can also change positions arbitrarily, many times, the moment he shoots directly, the other party can find his position.

However, like the harassing hunter squads, he could not stop the cavalry assault, but could only kill and wound them.

Like all self-esteemed armies, the leaders of Marat were so preoccupied with charging forward that they were too late to count the casualties, and they followed the original city-state road until they set foot on the smooth road, in a vain attempt to storm the walled city before dark and end the temple questioning.

The heavy machine gun sounded a "click" sound, like life-threatening music.

The bunker heavy machine guns and their shooters within 3 kilometers along both sides of the road had long since been withdrawn and rearranged behind the bunkers of the city walls. The web of fire they form now is much more terrifying than before.

A brigade of light infantry and dozens of cavalry became expendable for the first wave of fire, followed by a group of 20 heavy cavalry, which only rushed out of the thirty meters.

This is Chen Yi's reluctance to smash the road with a machine gun, otherwise the casualties will be doubled.

Despite this, the military leaders were reluctant to spend their subordinates with money and time to burn them so much, regardless of the commander's orders behind, and stopped on their own.

The Marats, in fact, do not want to suffer losses either.

In particular, the overseer of the temple tried his best to avoid attacking, saying that he wanted to drive away the slave soldiers, and then he said that he wanted to build siege equipment, but in fact, he did not even approach the city.

For an entire day, their energy was spent on how to deal with the ironclad vehicles and how to wipe out the small forces in the woods.

It was not until dark that the Muse and the others entered the military camp of the Mara city-state outside the water wall, and the leading knights and senators did not see them, except for a knight who greeted them to the place where they lived, but there was not even a hot water.

A group of people took it for granted, only the muse couldn't sleep with his eyes open, and before the first half of the night had passed, he turned over.

Miliku, who was sleeping next to him, was also thinking about it, and when he heard the movement, he also turned over and followed him out. He had been a knight servant for almost 10 years, and at this time he whispered, "My lord." Can't sleep? ”

The muse said "um", looked at the starry sky, and said for a long time: "I remember who told me, Sir Lufford, was attacked at night. ”

Who told him, in fact, it was the sacrificial boy in the military camp who bought the muse to ask. The Manor was in shambles, but it was not destroyed, and those who returned had to report and cry to the Senate in Mara City.

Miliku also trembled when he heard this, and whispered, "Are you worried? ”

"Who knows."

After saying that, the two fell silent.

In the second half of the night, the muse finally couldn't stand anymore, yawned sleepily, and was about to go to sleep in the back, when a familiar and unfamiliar "da-da" sound suddenly resounded through the barracks.

Here it comes

The muse's eyes widened suddenly, and he swooped over the wall and looked down, despite the heavy armor.

Gunshots seemed to come from all directions.

The knights scurried like headless flies. The Muse heard a light cavalry hurrying by, or a heavy cavalry who had not had time to put on his equipment, muttering: How can this be the case in a dignified battle?

Miliku covered his mouth and almost didn't laugh, and said, "People are not city-states. ”

The muse replied, "It's no weaker than the city-state." Let's go to the tent and have a look. ”

They lived in the barracks of Sir Silva, the head of the third army in Mara City, and they could vaguely see the fire in front of them, and the heavy knocking sound of the ironclad car appeared again, and not only the passing knights, but also the muses and others felt a headache.

The cannon fire hit the body, and even hit the vicinity, it could kill people, the speed was fast, the defense was good, if it weren't for the temple sacrifice, everyone would even think that they had encountered a dragon.

A detachment of light infantry hurried past the muse.

Miliku shouted, "How's the front?" ”

"It's fine." The other party replied vaguely.

"Even the light infantry has been transferred." The muse licked his lips, not knowing whether to be happy or disappointed.

If the conquest of Xijiang Water Village fails, he will be useful. At that time, the Senate will have to give at least a knight to go and say that it will be said.

"It's another team." By the light of the burning fire, Miliku pointed ahead, but said strangely: "It's from the north, why don't you go directly, what's the use of replenishing the east now." ”

"Maybe there are casualties." The muse was more worried than worried, Mara City sent more than 10,000 well-trained soldiers and knights this time, counting the slave soldiers and master soldiers, there were already more than 20,000, and there was no shortage of fighting skill masters, the front looked like a fire, chaos was abnormal, but the loss was not large, and the knights would not run around the barracks like crazy women.

Miliku was a careful man with a soft character, and after listening to the words of the muse, he counted there, and then said: "There are only 18 people in this team, and there should be 25 people in the first team of light infantry, so you have lost so much and go to the front to replenish?" ”

The commanders of the army were very concerned about the damage of the soldiers, and this place was not far from the city of Mara, and if 7 soldiers were killed, they should have been sent back for repair.

The muse unconsciously looked up and looked again, but this look made him see the door: "Silence, look at the blood on their bodies." ”

"How?"

"The blood was soaked in, not splashed." The muse is always a knight who has been on the battlefield, but at this moment he is chilling, and he wants to scream but does not dare.

He suddenly regretted telling Miliku this, and his eyes did not improve.

"My lord, I'll go and call the others up." Miliku said this suddenly, and he didn't know if he sensed the murderous aura that the Muse had raised.

"Go ahead." The muse turned around and stared at the Grand Sir Barracks.

A burst of gunfire woke up the muse, and even though he had been prepared, he was still cold.

The Great Jazz is finished

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