The undead cavalry was getting closer and closer, and the platoon commander of the 1st platoon raised his right hand and whispered, "Steady...... Hold ...... steady" Seeing that the cavalry had rushed to a distance of only 40 meters from him, a distance that would maximize the power of the C7 assault rifle in his hand, he slammed his hand down, "Fire!" he whispered.

There were no gunshots. All of them did not fire.

The platoon commander of the 1st platoon looked at the soldier beside him in confusion, and saw that he pulled the bolt of the gun, and a bullet jumped out of the shell throwing window on the right, indicating that there was no jamming.

"Maybe it's a stink bomb. Seeing that the platoon commander was looking at him, the soldier couldn't help but feel embarrassed, hurriedly raised his gun, aimed at the cavalry who was getting closer and closer, and pulled the trigger again. The gun, still didn't go off. He deducted it a few more times, but there was still no movement.

"The gun is broken. The soldier smirked at the platoon commander.

"Idiot!" the platoon commander scolded, picked up the assault rifle in his hand, pulled the bolt to load, and steadily aimed at the leading cavalry, and pulled the trigger, but the gun did not go off. Only then did he realize that even if the gun of the soldier next to him was broken, how could it be that the guns of the whole platoon were broken? There must be something wrong with this place. He looked back and saw that the 2nd platoon of R Company had followed, and there were still more than 300 meters.

"We can't let them rush to R Company like this, otherwise the losses will be too great, and there are more than 70 brothers over there. The platoon commander of the 1st platoon thought about it, took the grenade out of the pocket of his tactical vest on his chest, pulled the safe, and threw it at the enemy cavalry who had already galloped past him. Only to hear a thud and slam it on his helmet.

The cavalryman couldn't restrain his horse for a while, and continued to run forward for more than ten meters before he reined in his horse and turned around. The platoon commander of the 1st platoon saw that the grenade did not explode, and the uneasiness in his heart was even heavier, he didn't want to expose the others, so he stood up and turned around and ran back.

"Gun!" he cried, "no use!" The cavalry behind him urged his horse to catch up, but he did not bother to look back, and shouted as he ran, "Go and tell John......" The word could no longer be spoken, for his body was picked at the spear, blood was spurting wildly from his mouth, and his hands and feet were still struggling helplessly.

"Damn!" scolded one of the leading knights, "you cost me 5 gold coins!

At this time, the other soldiers of the 1st platoon were discovered, and the undead infantry who followed the cavalry scattered to search, and more than 30 soldiers who could not shoot were captured. Two soldiers tried to resist with bayonets and were brutally cut off their arms. When the others saw it, they couldn't afford to resist anymore. Although the undead infantry were a bit rude and waved and beat people at every turn, they didn't hurt their lives again.

"It's worth living!" Hash shouted, "don't hurt them, they're too vulnerable." ”

R Company saw what was happening, and the company commander urgently ordered the whole company to retreat and requested fire support from the Mango Company at the battalion headquarters. At this time, Johnson also received an order from the general to retreat, and he decided to fire a few shots first, if the cannon could still be fired here, it would be equivalent to a loud slap in the face to those scientists - even in his heart, he didn't dare to scold those people for playing with flasks, they actually calculated in advance that the guns would fail.

The mortar positions were deployed within 5 minutes, the observation posts sent the coordinates, and the shooters adjusted the preset firing elements.

"Be careful, don't be so fast," an 80-year-old veteran said to the recruits next to him, "a secret position is 5 meters, and half a dense position is 2 meters. Hearing this, the recruit carefully slowed down the speed of his hand, adjusted according to the shooting Zhu Yuan, and was just about to take another look, when he heard the captain's order: "Lock on Zhu Yuan, 8 rounds of rapid fire, fire." ”

Mango Company's 80 mortar squad had 6 mortars, and 8 shells seemed to a shooter to be just 8 shells into a gun, but for the entire squad, it was nearly 50 rounds of ammunition dropped. As usual, when the third shell is picked up, the explosion of the first shell is heard. But this time only the tom was heard, and the rumbling explosion was not heard.

"This is a training bomb. The recruit joked with the veteran, but he didn't stop and kept firing all eight shells before picking up another shell and looking through it. On the shell, there is only the batch number, the color identification of the shell type, and standard parameters such as caliber and chamber pressure, but there is no training EX identification.

The artillery observers at the observation post saw a strange scene, the mortar shells flew high into the air and fell at a high speed, and then smashed heavily on the ground without the slightest movement. The only result of this hurried fire was that a cannonball hit an enemy horse, smashing its head, and the horseman on the horse turned twice on the ground and rose again, as if unwound.

Johnson is not calm, he is a man who acts better than thinks. Upon receiving the report from the observation post, he immediately ordered the battalion to retreat to the grove, which was about 40 kilometers behind the Malcom line. At the same time, he asked the 502nd Battalion and the Dai Fei Battalion to be ready for fire support and reception.

The retreat process was not smooth, due to the lack of effective weapons, there was no resistance at all, and they could only rely on the speed of escaping and delaying the pursuers, which required a certain amount of soldiers to be used as bait to lure the other side to capture, and it is certain that these baits were basically not spared. What was more reassuring was that the undead didn't seem to want to bite the soldiers to death, but just tied their hands and escorted them farther away.

In order to retreat 2,000 meters, the 501st Battalion, which had more than 500 people, lost a small half of the entire R Company and Q Company, nearly 200 people were captured by the enemy, and 6 soldiers were killed for desperate resistance. Colonel Johnson spat resentfully on the ground, where the heavy machine gun was already able to fire, but the jamming rate was high, and the small-caliber C7 assault rifle still did not fire.

"Give an order to S Company to set up heavy machine-gun positions, stop the enemy troops rushing over, and let the 105 guns of the Daisy Battalion overturn them. ”

The 105mm guns of the Daifei battalion were towed guns, each of which was pulled by more than six horses. The lack of heavy transport capacity made the artillery cherish the shells, without which the cannons were even inferior to guns without bullets - the cannons should not be bayoneted. After receiving Colonel Johnson's request for support, Colonel Barnett snickered in his heart: Let you say that we can't fight before, and we won't fight this time. But this kind of thing can be thought of or not, otherwise it will not be a trouble to go to a military court. So he ordered the artillery to aim at the preset positions and wait for the 501st battalion's request to fire.

The soldiers of Company R and Company Q were not able to hold back the enemy for long, and were soon escorted further behind the line by the enemy. As soon as the machine guns of Company S were erected, a large number of enemy cavalry rushed over. The commander of S Company gave an order, and the M2HB.50 machine gun rang out first, harvesting a cavalry from afar, but those cavalry were not afraid of death, and rushed up, and two minutes later, the 7.62 caliber M60 general-purpose machine gun also rang out, and the dull and powerful voice and the light voice combined to play the music of destruction. None of the cavalry broke through to less than 140 meters, because the Canadian machine guns mostly used British sights, so the set interception distance was set at the nearest 150 yards, which was exactly 137 meters, and at a distance of 140 meters, those undead cavalry suffered a devastating blow.

At this moment, there was a screeching sound in the sky, and a loud shout came from the position of the Canadian National Guard: "Pay attention to find cover!" Then a strong explosion completely flooded the wide area between 150 and 300 meters in front of the position. The deafening roar lasted for five minutes, and a total of about 600 shells fell in this small open field, with an average of 2 shells exploding per second. Then there was another scream, and an even louder boom was heard, which shook the man almost to the ground.

"Bah, bah!" Johnson spat out the dirt that had been splashed in his mouth, "Damn artilleryman, did you want to scare me to death by hitting the soldiers so close?!"

"Battalion commander, look," the battalion deputy pointed to the enemy troops after the smoke cleared, and they left behind the corpses of nearly 100 people or horses and retreated. The corpses had been blown apart, and a few had been shattered to the point that they were useless, even to the undead.

"Prepare to retreat!" Johnson shouted, "the wounded soldiers go first, Q Company will be behind!"

But it didn't take long for it to get dark. There were no electric lights available, so it was impossible to withdraw troops in the dark. The only thing the 501st Battalion carried away were the wounded soldiers, and the others stayed where they were, illuminating the position with glow sticks, and hanging a large string of glow sticks 50 meters in front of the outermost part of the position to prevent someone from coming to sneak attack.

"Hurry up and sleep, try to recover your strength, tomorrow there is a long way to go!" Colonel Johnson ordered all companies to retreat as lightly as possible early tomorrow morning, and throw away anything. Nothing is more important than the life of a soldier.

The undead cavalry did not rest. Although the night is equally dark to them, they are born of darkness, and even if they can't see it, they have a sharper perception in the darkness than humans. A high-ranking knight came from the barracks and took over the command of the undead cavalry.

"Your Excellency the Grand Commander has ordered me to lead a night raid. "So, you can just come with me at night." ”

"Yes, Dear Lord Jonny. Hash lowered his head in agreement, he recognized this as Jonny, a high-ranking knight revered as Nighthawk, who was accustomed to night fighting, could see crows up to 1 kilometer away in the darkest nights, and was also a good at manipulating sword energy, almost every shot.

Jonny didn't look too harsh, and he couldn't be harsh, so his nature wasn't very serious. But during this night attack, Lord Tilly appointed him as the leader and made him gamble his honor.

"If you fail, I'll personally lead the attack. Tilly once said, "And you, will lose everything you have." ”

As the undead cavalry gathered, Jonny told everyone to follow him, slowing down their horses and trying to get as close as possible to them without alarming the humans.

Seeing the position set up by the humans, Jonny smiled. These glowing sticks don't shine far at all, and if they rush over themselves, can they stop themselves? No, maybe there's a trick in this, and humans are always cunning, aren't they?

Did Jonny's night attack succeed? How will Johnson deal with Jonny's night attack?