When, when~

Two shells smoothly pinched a cocked slate.

Cockburn's fear intensified, and if it goes on like this, I don't know how many iron cables will have to be erected!

"Whoever can take down the iron pill will be rewarded with 200 gold coins. ”

These iron pills are too eye-catching, if you continue to fight like this, you don't have to fight, just surrender.

But no one answered, and the two corpses lying on the ground told them all the time that the money was not so easy to take!

Seeing this, Cockburn knew that this battle would be lost, although he also knew that this place could not be defended, but it was also a situation when the Iron Fist Army was beaten half to death, and now this place was broken through by the enemy.

After reading it, Beson breathed a sigh of relief. With two more iron cables, you can start charging, but that's when it's the worst.

Balde watched with great enthusiasm.

"Although I knew about the battle plan before, it was another thing to see it with my own eyes. The whole of Rune is going to marvel at our handwriting. ”

"That's a must, playing with artillery, we are their ancestors. But don't be too happy, the battle will continue, and we don't know what the next charge will be, which we haven't deduced. ”

Balder nodded.

"Now you can get the engineers on board. ”

The Engineer was Wayne's suggestion, which was quickly adopted by Besson as well. After all, artillery is very dependent on the terrain, and as soon as it encounters potholes and uneven ground, it needs engineers to go out, and when it wins a war, it needs artillery to cross the river, and it needs the help of engineering troops.

But now the role of these engineers is to lay planks on the iron cables.

Ordinary planks are definitely not good, and they are easy to slip off on the iron cables. The planks in the hands of the engineers have been treated, and there are iron buckles on the bottom that can hold the iron rings tightly. Make it difficult for the planks to slip off.

There were about a dozen engineers, and in order to speed up the progress, they did not put on armor. I'm afraid that this time I will die for life, and Beison has also said hello before. These people are all voluntary.

Beson promised to complete this mission, regardless of life or death, the work and life of his family will be borne by the government, and he will return an additional 500 gold coins.

But none of these people are for money, they all know that they have no money to spend when they earn this money, and they might as well be honest in the army, and the salary in the army is not low.

The main thing is "New Era Soldiers".

The new ideas conveyed in this book have taken root in the hearts of everyone in the Iron Fist Army, and in Bessen's words, the Iron Fist Army has a military spirit! An army with a military soul is never short of heroes!

Beson watched the ten soldiers with resolute expressions running forward, and a flash of tenderness flashed in his eyes. These are all teenagers in their prime of life.

Balder watched them go away, and for the first time he actually felt the spirit of the army, and finally knew that the white-clothed regiment was inferior to the Iron Shield Cavalry Regiment. It is this military soul, which is usually invisible and intangible, that is emitting its due brilliance at this moment.

Boom, two more iron cables formed.

The whole six iron cables are very heavy on the Jianjiang River, and the waves are surging up and down, revealing white spray. Washing away the stone walls that were formed even 10,000 years ago. The iron rope was swayed and clanged in mid-air by the wind.

The Iron Fist was still shooting, beads of sweat dripping from the dirt, and his eyes searched for his target from time to time. The muzzles of guns that constantly emit white smoke and a dense rain of arrows.

Cockburn is in the midst of a final madness, and since it can't help this iron cable, it can't get through the enemy!

"Pablo, get on it. ”

Besson shouted as hard as he could, the striker had been on the top long enough, and he even heard the sound of a flintlock pistol exploding. It's time to replace it!

The bald man of 1.8 meters after hearing the order.

"Marcelo, Torres follow me, I'm tired of waiting. ”

In his hand he was holding a flintlock pistol two centimeters shorter than him.

Four hundred soldiers ran out of the main force.

"Reloading, four shifts of reloading. Are you deaf?"

Marcelo rushed to Miguel's side, who was giving orders, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Miguel withdraws, withdraws. Mayor Besson told you to take it down!"

When Miguel heard this, he immediately ordered. shouted at the top of his throat.

"All the regiments and three battalions are withdrawn for me, withdraw quickly. ”

Standing on this battlefield full of artillery fire, you have to be loud to be heard.

One after another, the soldiers withdrew, and the soldiers continued to make up, and this time the vitality was doubled.

A bullet had just grazed Cockburn's cheek. This time, the gunfire on the opposite side was much more intense, and many of the soldiers who were hit could not raise their heads.

"You remember to concentrate on the shop, Lao Tzu now has more than 400 brothers. The other side of the fight can't raise its head, you have to be fast, fast to survive. Jatins, you're at the front, remember to hold on to the rope and don't fall into the river. ”

"Yes!"

Ten people saluted in unison, and Marcelo stood straight back with a military salute.

Then a man hunched his waist shuttled between the infantry and came to the mouth of the cliff.

"Oh no, the bridge is going to be built on the other side. ”

When Coburn heard this, he hurriedly probed and saw several enemies holding wooden planks, picking up one end of the rope and tying it around his waist, and a section of it was looped around the iron cable. It's about building bridges!

"Stand up and shoot arrows, shoot arrows! ”

A handful of old Coben spat and was anxious!

The soldiers poked their heads one after another, and also saw the Nolan Army laying out the planks. When I think of the rumors that the Iron Fist never takes prisoners, only private individuals. Suddenly, blood came and shot desperately towards the plank.

What greeted him was a large number of lead bullets, and the blood beads were in the air, falling to the ground and scattering. The Grim Reaper is enjoying his feast at the moment, the screams of the Sky are pleasant music, the fire of the muzzle is the candle that is bright, the corpse that remains warm is the staple food of abundance, the battlefield of Nuoda is the dining table, the stray arrows, and the missiles are the flowers decorated with various colors.

The sun is slanting to the west, gradually revealing the red color of sunset.

Jartings couldn't help but speed up, otherwise the light would be darker after a while, and it would be even more difficult to lay the planks.

The chains swayed constantly, and although there were six chains, Jartings could only stand on two of them, and one hand was on the other.

The other hand took the plank, and Justins thought for a moment, and put the plank in front of him, and fixed it on the plank himself, so that it was much more efficient.

A rain of arrows slid past him, and on the fifth plank, an arrow burst through the air and plunged straight into Jarting's chest from behind.

Feeling a sink in his back, Justins knew he had been shot. The pain continued to spread to the skull. Jartings shuddered and buckled the clasp. Subsequent drop.

With a rope tied, Justins hangs in mid-air.

"Jartings!"

The comrades behind him were calling, but he couldn't just get to Jartins, this time the progress was seriously delayed, and more people would die. I had to bury my head forward and take the place of Jartings.

The battlefield is the home of the Grim Reaper, where there is so much brotherhood, love and love. This is a Shura field that can lose its life at any time, and it is a hell for a group of survival bugs!

(On the shelves today, I hope to support a lot)