At 17:07 in the afternoon, in the twilight of the Ramvedence battlefield, the Valstadi ** team began to turn to the counterattack on all fronts.

The soldiers stepped out of the trenches and braved the dense artillery fire, crossed the border and advanced into the enemy's hinterland.

On the central front, the Third Army, which had fought hard all the time, was exhausted, but when they received the order to counterattack, they still felt rejoicing, after all, the Valstad nation is a group that admires bravery, and as long as the order to attack is always supported.

Field Marshal Dali Einfurt of the Third Army commanded the battle on a white horse given to him by his wife, and the enemy line was only 250 meters away, and cannon shells mixed with dense rifle pellets rained down like a storm.

In the air, shrapnel shells, incendiary bombs, and lime bombs drew a curve representing death, and then fell like a huge hailstone, exploding in mid-air or smashing to the ground, and every second a soldier was shot and fell.

The soldiers were firm in their conviction and followed their commanders closely, and none of them retreated, and the flag bearer marched forward with his head held high with bullet holes, and soon after he fell, it was easy for someone to pick up the blood-stained flag and become the new flag bearer.

Amid the rumbling of artillery fire, Marshal Dalí said to his right-hand man and close friend:

"Gavin, you take the 7th Division to take the lead, Powani, you temporarily replace the sacrificial commander of the Yadam Division and command the 9th Division."

General Jiawen, who has always been serious, just said "um", nodded and rode away.

General Poigni, who has a lively personality, still looks carefree:

"Hehe, my brothers can finally come out and breathe!

After a whole day in the farmstead, I'm about to die of humiliation! Walk! Brethren of the Ninth Division! Let's teach those gringos a lesson! Kick them in the ass! ”

At this time, the three infantry divisions from the left and right flanks of the Solan King ** camp on the opposite side had been successfully reorganized into a new central front.

They were a fresh force, well stocked and undamaged, but their morale was slightly shaking, as they were about to face the Third Army, commanded by Marshal Darí Einfurt, Elector, the elite of the Valstad Imperial Army.

In the face of the enemy's frantic counterattack, the officers of the Solan Kingdom were already frightened, and they were all dumbfounded.

Everyone thought that the Valstadi ** team would definitely withdraw from the battlefield, at most, it would be to hold the side of the border, and no one would have thought that this army, which was at an absolute disadvantage, would actually attack!

First and foremost was the 7th Infantry Division, commanded by General Gavin Malcolm, which was the most elite infantry division outside of the Scales Guard.

Dressed in black woolen uniforms, the soldiers marched in neat steps, their striped overcoats folded across their chests for some protection, and they carried standard individual combat backpacks with a loaded new flintlock rifle in their hands, the muzzle of which was already covered with a sharp, elongated three-edged bayonet.

As a result of the whole defensive battle, many of them were painted, many of them were wrapped in blood-stained bandages under their uniforms or hats, their faces were blackened by gunsmoke, and due to the strong color difference, a mouthful of white teeth was exposed.

The closer you get to the enemy line, the more intense the blocking fire you will encounter.

At 250 meters, the enemy's large-caliber cannon shells whizzed past the ground, leaving behind a whole column of corpses once hit.

"Steady! Brothers, hold the line! Don't leave gaps! The back row in time to take the position of the dead in the front row! ”

There was a burst of artillery fire from the rear, and the division commander, General Gavin Malcolm, cheered excitedly:

"Look! Friends! Prince Leopold's artillery has come to our aid! There are also brothers from the Ninth Division by your side! We're not alone! Believe in the power of the collective! ”

The howitzer fire support of the emperor ** swept overhead at high speed, drawing a graceful arc and then falling rapidly, exploding blood-colored salute flowers in the enemy formation, and each hit attracted the cheers of the soldiers in unison;

"Well done! Artillery brothers! Blow up all these damn gringos! ”

After the second correction, the howitzer fire became more accurate, causing more serious damage, a large lime bomb exploded at a low altitude, and a battalion commander of King Solan** was blown into a puddle of minced meat.

Colonel Lavan, deputy commander of the 7th Division, exclaimed; "It's worthy of the artillery brought out by the prince himself! This reload speed is comparable to that of a light six-pounder gun, and this shooting accuracy is ...... It's amazing! ”

Approaching about 200 meters, the enemy infantry began to raise their guns and fire a volley,

Dense flintlock muskets and projectiles rushed in the face, and for the battle-hardened warriors of the 7th Infantry Division, those stones that could only be regarded as mixed with the wind, did not pause at all, and the boots stepped over the corpses of their comrades, stepped through the blood-soaked soil, and continued to move forward.

In order to boost morale, Colonel Lavang took the lead in singing the national anthem of the Valstad Empire, and the soldiers held the butts of rifles in one hand and pressed the other hand to the heart of their chests, and the solemn singing resounded through the chaotic battlefield:

“

There is such a country

Through a thousand times of destruction and rebirth

Still proud

Standing tall in the world

Faithfulness is her castle

Suffering is her glory

The great homeland Valstad

I swear to you

Give your love to you

Complete, pure, perfect

Beyond all that in the world

Dedicate my heart to that altar

This love knows no cost

This love never gives in

”

At 150 meters, the real test came, and the enemy's cannon was replaced with shotguns, causing widespread damage, and the attackers fell in patches like harvested wheat.

As Empress Valsta said, cannonballs don't have eyes, and the big cold iron ball doesn't matter how high or low it is, if you are targeted by it, you have to consider yourself unlucky, no matter what kind of aristocratic person, as long as you go to the battlefield, you have to take the same risks as ordinary soldiers.

An iron nail wrapped in a shotgun with tremendous kinetic energy pierced General Gawen's right chest, his ribs were broken, and the nail fragments and broken bones pierced into the lungs to cause a fatal blow, and the accomplished general immediately fell from his horse without a word and fell to the muddy ground.

Before he died, Gavin Malcolm grabbed the neck of the deputy division commander, Colonel Rawang, with his right hand, his lips trembling, as if he wanted to ask for something, but nothing came out because of the lung damage.

After a few seconds, General Gavin's pupils contracted dramatically, and he let go, his eyes still wide open, looking into the twilight sky.

Colonel Rawang's eyes were filled with tears, and he gently closed his old friend's eyes with his palm, and said:

"Rest assured, Brother Jiawen, I know what you think, I will shoulder the responsibility!"