The artillery positions of the indigenous people were washed into ruins by the kobold artillery in a few minutes, the shells made of big iron balls rolled around, and there were 'little friends' flying over in the sky, and the dozen or so cannons returned to the state of parts.

The infantrymen, who were still crackling a moment ago, are stupid!

At the same time, the old men who watched the battle in the rear were also stupid!

At the critical moment, a white-bearded old man stepped forward - a veteran of the front-line command of the infantry, a veteran of the army, a veteran of the army, he decisively changed his command:

"Warriors of the true gods, the heavens are watching us!

Then take the lead and shout: "Alahu #¥%!" (God blesses)"

The morale of the whole army was boosted, and they chanted "Alahu #¥%!" together!"

Probably the true god appeared, in the deafening shouting, thousands of infantry changed their complexions, brandished snow-bright scimitars, and rushed to the defense line at the foot of the mountain, the momentum was overwhelming!

At this tense moment, the mercenary musketeers, who had been like little transparent before, finally made a move - in the thunder, the smoke formed a wall of death, which instantly bloomed at the foot of the mountain.

At first, at a distance of about 50 meters, the German mercenaries took the lead in firing a salvo with a three-eyed gun, and when the enemy charged to 30 meters, the more calm Spanish mercenaries also joined in the salvo.

Although the number of musketeers of the mercenaries is much smaller than that of the enemy, after all, it is thousands of three-eyed guns, and the firepower is so dense that it is not unnecessary, and the shorter shooting distance and perfect breastwall protection make the shooter's hit rate greatly improved.

However, under the tide of thousands of soldiers, these wounded soldiers did not have time to stop, and everyone was carried by the crowd and rushed to the 'castle tower'. So, in the midst of great sacrifices, the enemy rushed to the first line of defense!

The huge waves crashed on the tiny reef, but it only stirred up countless bubbles, and the reef was indifferent!

Unexpectedly, the originally inconspicuous and simple deer village at the foot of the mountain, as well as the shallow pit, suddenly became a headache obstacle...... At the beginning, the coalition only regarded these thin man-made objects as garbage that could be pushed and emptied, and they didn't even bring a ladder!

As a result, now they have to pick up knives and axes under the fire of muskets, and ping-pong pong dismantles the fortifications there.

The mercenaries who have been preparing for a long time will not miss the opportunity to beat the water dogs.

Xu Ping'an, the big boss, sent a lot of chengguan to help load the muskets, and the gunners shot coolly!

The lead flew over his head, and both sides felt their scalps tingle.

In front, half of the mercenaries were fully armed, holding spears in their hands, and they were happy to kill the enemy through obstacles - 'I will come, you will not go', it is simply a one-sided abuse of vegetables......

The coalition forces are so hard!

Under the feet are the slopes and dirt pits transformed by the kobolds, which look inconspicuous, only half a man high, but when you stand up, you know that it is terrible - the feet are unstable, you can't exert your strength, and you can't slash through the obstacles, and the knife is not as long as the weapon on the opposite side, so you will be beaten!

Fortunately, he brought a shield to save his life, otherwise he wouldn't have had to fight on the other side, and he would have died of anger first.

In the end, some of the chicken thieves' infantry came up with a good idea: we squatted and fought, so that we could lay down the plate steadily! Then put up a shield to protect the upper body, and this position could be safely output!

But in this way, let alone counterattacking, the cutting of the deer village has become slower, because it is even more difficult to exert strength......

But it doesn't matter, on the battlefield, the most important skill is paddling, and this trick is still learned from the other side, and no one can find fault with it.

The Spanish mercenaries on the opposite side stood in a very orderly formation, with two rows of spearmen standing in the back row, and sword and shield bearers in full armor in the front row, all kneeling and harvesting there...... Oh no, they used the sword technique of the Ground Hall, and they 'wandered' all kinds of 'wandering' under the forest of spears!

The Spanish phalanx, a large number of sword and shield hands are not ornaments, they are just harvesting knees!

The Germans next to him also did the same, a dozen two-handed swordsmen, with a large group of spearmen, also obscenely half-kneeling, from time to time with a heavy one-and-a-half-meter long sword, to the opposite side of the next three ways:

This posture output is indeed very safe!

As for why you have to kneel - of course you are afraid of death! German mercenaries, battlefield professionals! You can lose a war, you must win a row!

The hand-to-hand combat of the infantry on both sides looked boiling and the battle situation was anxious, and it entered a white-hot heat at the beginning, but after roaring for a long time, in fact, the casualties were very limited.

Cold weapons, the efficiency is so low, the two sides shouted and killed for a long time through the obstacles, but it only caused some skin injuries. The highest casualty rate occurred among the musketeers with two shots.

The hand-to-hand combat troops of the forwards were either squatting behind their shields or leaning on the deer village to hide their heads and shrink their heads, all very careful. Only the muskets on either side were the least restricted, and so the bloodiest musket fires began.

The coalition forces had the numerical advantage and high morale, but the mercenary musketeers, with their superior breastwork and a group of quivering 'chengguan' to help them reload their ammunition, had the upper hand.

The roar of muskets drowned out the roars of the infantry, and the lead bullets whizzed over the infantry's heads, almost reaching out to 'fish' a few.

In the chaos, the two armies exchanged more than a dozen rounds of ammunition, and the thick smoke of gunpowder almost drowned out this small position, and the proportion of casualties on both sides gradually widened.

Unexpectedly, the casualties on the coalition side were far higher than those on the mercenary side, and one or two blood mist erupted on the soldiers one after another, and they fell to the ground.

People are lying on the ground like sugar cane that has been cut down.

However, the coalition forces are still holding on. Maybe it's because the will is really strong, maybe it's just that it's too dark to see friendly casualties, and the more than 1,000 musketeers of the coalition army, although they have suffered all kinds of casualties, still gritted their teeth to support it.

But there was a time when the blood would drain, and finally, more than half of the musketeers fell. The huge casualties overwhelmed the last vestiges of the morale of the indigenous shooters, and the last few survivors, as if awakened from a dream, suddenly dropped their weapons, turned around and fled!

In the same place, only the seriously wounded were left all over the ground, left to wail in the smoke of gunpowder.

Driven out of these marksmen, the coalition infantry was crushed by a quarter, and the scales of victory began to tip in favor of the mercenaries.

However, the remaining hand-to-hand soldiers of the coalition army were unexpectedly difficult to bite, not only the lineup was very complete, but also filled the trenches with various fragments, dismantled half of the fortifications, and began to engage the mercenaries, and the two sides had already been killed.

The two armies were so entangled with each other that the musketeers had to temporarily cease firing and cool down the barrels by the way.

And the artillery on the castle tower also ceased fire one after another.

The black lights below were blind and full of gunsmoke, and the kobold didn't know where to hit at all.

A few leaders on the mountain began to rip off again......

"What should we do? We have the upper hand, and the reserves will kill them in one go!"

"It's better to bombard it directly, where there are more people to bombard!"

"You really use mercenaries as cannon fodder!"

"Why don't we let the little ones grab their weapons and charge in waves?"

"Charge?!" ×3

Hearing the word, everyone fell silent.

Kobold charge?!What a strange word......

Under the leadership of the great demon king Liu Jingtian, the kobold either squatted in the pit to shoot black guns, or attacked in the dark at night......

Frontal charge? Has our army ever had it in its history? How do you operate it?