In the April morning, there was silence.

A layer of mist as white as a light veil drifted slowly against the ground, and the green weeds all over the field were covered with crystal full dewdrops, and the stalks of the grass were all bowed down.

Under the effect of gravity, the dew slowly slid forward, dripping from the tip of the grass to the ground.

Then a military boot stepped over him, and the crystal dew immediately wet his trouser legs.

If you look up slowly from the ground, you will find that it is a soldier of the Ruman Empire.

He was about thirty years old, his bronzed face was weathered, but he still had a resolute face, and his bright eyes were wary of the front.

It was Kik, Smit, the gunman of the 1st Battalion of the 1st Battalion of the Skull Division of the Security Army, Smit.

Beside him, stood soldiers also in gray uniforms.

They all bowed down, holding their breath and nervously looking at the officer at the front of the line.

The officer was holding up the binoculars, carefully observing the movement ahead, and after a few seconds, the officer's hand waved forward.

The soldiers of the brigade clutched their weapons tightly in their hands, bowed their heads, bent their waists, and hurried forward in silence.

Kik carried a heavy machine gun on his shoulder, panting heavily, and struggling to follow the group with the wet dirt on the soles of his feet.

Next to him, Deputy Will carried a tripod on his back, a box of bullets in each hand, gritted his teeth and followed him, the heavy burden made the young machine gun deputy sweat profusely.

As far as the eye can see, there are all around the gray military uniforms of the security army.

No one spoke, only the sound of trembling footsteps and the slight sound of the "Kara-Kara" weapons colliding.

The junior officers ran with the large group as they silently gestured to the soldiers, urging them to speed up.

The officers did not wield their pistols as they used to, but all of them were armed with large-caliber shotguns.

Actual combat has proven that heavy shotguns are much better than revolvers issued by officers.

In particular, if you hold on to the plate machine and keep pulling the handguard, you can shoot all six shotguns in the magazine in an instant.

The powerful shotgun flew out like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, covering a radius of three meters.

If you touch it, you will be injured, and if you encounter it, you will die.

The firepower is strong and the lethality is huge.

After each round of shooting, a blank area is left in the enemy's dense formation, so it is called a battlefield sweeper by the soldiers, and it is deeply loved by them.

Because of this, the Semitic army hated and feared the soldiers with shotguns in their hands.

In order to boost morale, the Semitic command even issued an order that if the enemy soldier with a shotgun was caught, he could be killed on the spot.

Under the command of the officers, the soldiers ran wildly over the open field for more than a mile, then jumped into an abandoned trench and quickly took their positions.

The whole process was extremely fast, and no one spoke out of their voices. Just a slight click of metal clattering.

Wille jumped into the trench out of breath, then threw the bullet box to the ground, then stretched his hands back, grabbed the tripod on his back, and turned the tripod over his back with a "hey" sound, slammed it high above his head, and fell down hard.

With a muffled thud, the tripod was firmly inserted into the wet dirt, and Kirk quickly pressed the machine gun up, raising the muzzle and aiming ahead.

The riflemen threw themselves on the trenches and stretched out of the trenches with their spears loaded with bayonets.

But there was nothing to see in front of them but a white mist, and there was silence all around them.

The soldiers of the security forces had solemn faces, and from time to time they raised their heads to look at the sky above them.

Soon after, the sun rises over the horizon and turns from red to bright.

The bright sunlight dispelled the fog from the surface, revealing an endless field in front of the soldiers.

Kirk could clearly see that two or three miles away from them, on the ruins of what had once been a post station, the Semitic military flag fluttered.

The enemy is there~!

Beside him, Will nervously clenched the cross around his neck, his eyes staring at the Semitic positions in front of him, and he kept muttering, "When to start, when to start......"

Kirk turned his head to look at him, and raised his hand to pat Will's shoulder hard, angrily shutting his mouth - though Will's voice was too low for his enemies to hear. But he was a little upset.

In the nervous waiting, the time passed minute by minute, and even the company commander took out his pocket watch and lay it in his hand, looking down every minute, and the hands slowly slid towards nine o'clock.

The company commander swallowed his spit and took the whistle in his mouth.

As the minute hand was set at the twelfth position, a crimson flare rose into the air from behind, spreading a striking light throughout the battlefield.

Countless red flares rose from the Ruman's position.

In the next instant, a long, shrill chirp was heard in the sky.

The voice swept over Kik's head and flew forward.

Kirk glanced up and could vaguely see black dots flying across the sky.

It was the rear artillery firing the cover surname, clearing the road for them.

Cannonballs whizzed over their heads and landed into the Semitic positions.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ...... A loud explosion was heard on one side of the string.

Countless gunpowder smoke rose into the air, enveloping the enemy's position in an instant.

The sound of artillery was incessant, and Kikke could feel the ground tremble as he lay in the trench.

After half an hour of fire preparation, at half past nine, the sound of artillery fire stopped on time.

The company commander blew the whistle in his mouth suddenly, and the sharp and piercing whistle echoed through the trenches.

He jumped out of the trench with agility, raised the shotgun in his hand high under the gaze of the soldiers, and then swung forward sharply, shouting: "Attack~!"

Immediately, he strode towards the Semitic position.

"Kill~!" the soldiers shouted at the same time, jumped up from the trenches, and ran forward quickly with their weapons in hand.

On the battlefield surrounding the city of Ruman, the shouts of the Ruman soldiers sounded almost at the same time, and the shouts of hundreds of thousands of people gathered together and echoed across the land.

The shouts of killing alarmed the inhabitants of the city, who opened the closed doors of their houses, looked north, and kept crossing their chests, praying earnestly for the victory of the soldiers.

Everyone knows that the counteroffensive has begun, and now it is the final decisive battle, and victory or defeat is here.

Kirk expertly unloaded the machine gun, shouldered it again, and rushed forward in the footsteps of his comrades.

A few minutes later, the security soldiers approaching the Semitic trenches and the enemy began to engage in combat.

Countless arrows flew out of the trench, sliced through the air with a high parabolic object, and landed on the heads of the security soldiers.

Unceremoniously, the soldiers pulled out their grenades, pulled the strings, and threw them at the trench.

With a few rumbling explosions, the Semitic soldiers screamed and rushed out of the trench, brandishing their swords and swooping down with the security guards.

As long as the distance is closed, the guns in the hands of the security forces are useless.

By closing the distance, the Semitic people can bridge the huge gap between the weapons of the two sides, and teach these arrogant security forces a bloody lesson with the bloodiest and most primitive hand-to-hand combat.

In the past, they have fought this on a few occasions. Through guò hand-to-hand combat, the battle loss ratio of the two sides is pulled to one to one.

The security soldiers looked left and right, only to realize that they were rushing too fast, and the retreat troops had not yet followed.

Looking at the enemies pouring out of the opposite side, they turned around in fright and ran, pulling the trigger at the Semitic soldiers on the opposite side as they retreated.

'Bang, bang, bang......

One by one, the Semitic soldiers fell, but more rushed out of the trenches.

Seeing the Semitic soldiers rushing out with a loud shout, the company commander immediately pointed in one direction and shouted nervously: "Machine gun, quick, put the machine gun here." ”

Kirk and Will rushed over, and it took only a few seconds to set up the machine guns and shoot at the enemy positions in the ruins.

The sudden sound of machine guns rang out.

Opposite him, the Semitic fell to the ground like weeds that had been cut down.

After leaving the corpses in one place, they retreated like a low tide, and hid again in the trenches.

After several months of repeated battles, the North Post Station did not even have a complete brick tile, and the so-called ruins were just a bulging mound of earth.

Under the cover of cross-machine gun fire, the assault soldiers got close enough again and began throwing grenades into the trenches.

After the Semitic trenches rose in a cloud of exploding smoke, the assault men armed with shotguns rushed into the enemy trenches, firing their guns and loading them with swift speed.

Under the ferocious fire of the shotguns, the Semitic soldiers in the trenches could not get a single step closer to them.

The Semites quickly jumped out of their trenches and retreated north.

The company commander waved his hand and shouted: "Chase, rush up~!"

The soldiers jumped over the trenches, crossed the ruins, and followed the enemy's footsteps, and and Will again disassembled their machine guns and followed the charge.

He knew that that didn't mean they were victorious.

The Semites also learned enough experience in the ongoing fighting, and as soon as the Rumans attacked, they retreated with a little resistance, then continued to resist in the next trench, and continued to retreat after being attacked...... Until the Rumans had exhausted their bodies, they fought at night, or by surprise from the left and right flanks, to regain their lost positions.

The two sides are engaged in a tug-of-war with no end in sight.

But Kirk knew that it was a different day and that it would be the last showdown.

In the north, where the security army could not see, the elite of the north led by the Marquis of Marleton stabbed the Semites in the back.

The battle situation of the Semitic people changed dramatically.

Frightened to find himself surrounded by the Jomans, Orlandini nervously mobilized his army to resist the Jomans from the north, trying to maintain the line.

For Kik, the most intuitive expression is that the Semitic resistance is becoming more and more powerless.

In the past, the farther north they fought, the more stubborn the Semitic resistance became.

But today, Kirk and the others fought five or six miles in one go, recaptured multiple trenches in succession, and fought back in front of the first line of defense that they had originally deployed.

The Semites simply retreated, and fewer and fewer fled north.

The soldiers of the security army knew in their hearts that this meant that the enemy could not stand it.

After replenishing ammunition at noon and having a hearty field lunch, the Skeleton Division's soldiers continued their onslaught north, before encountering the first hard bones.

The Semitic people built an earthen rampart nearly ten meters high behind the battle line, and the south-facing side was an almost vertical wall, which was difficult to climb.

As the soldiers fired at the enemy from within range of their bows and arrows, Kirk added up his machine guns and fired at the Semitic at the wall, the bullets hitting the earthen wall and splashing patches of dirt, but it was difficult to reach the Semites hiding behind.

A dense rain of arrows blocked the advance of the 1st Battalion of the Skeleton Division.

The battalion commander was furious in the rear, and in order to prevent a certain unit from rushing too deep into the enemy's position and being dumpled by the Semites, the offensive front line formed by the various divisions of the attack must be the same.

If his first battalion had stopped here, the attacking troops on both the left and right flanks would have to stop and wait for him.

The first thing the battalion commander thought of was the artillery, and he said to the herald without looking back: "Go call the artillery and blow him up for Lao Tzu~!"

The herald promised to run to the rear as fast as possible, but ten minutes later came bad news, the fortress was out of range of the artillery, and the artillery in the rear was adjusting their positions, but it would take time.

The artillerymen dragged the artillery out and re-set their positions, and it would be evening at the earliest.

The battalion commander was in a hurry to turn around when an engineer captain appeared in front of them.

He raised his hand and saluted the commander of the first battalion, and said, "The third company of the engineer battalion came to reinforce on the order of the regiment commander. ”

"Great~!" The commander of the first battalion jumped up happily, the engineer battalion is nicknamed the forced demolition team, and he is the best at doing these tasks of demolishing houses and blowing up walls.

However, because of the high technical content of the work, the whole battalion is a skilled soldier, and they are treated as treasures by the division commander, and they will not go to the front line.

At this moment, a whole company was sent to him, which shows the importance attached to this battle from above.

"Do you have a way to get rid of it?" asked the battalion commander anxiously, pointing to the fort a few hundred meters away.

The commander of the engineer company raised the telescope and carefully observed it for a moment, and said, "Isn't the scale small...... It seems likely that there was a command of the enemy. ”

"Of course I know this~!" the battalion commander was almost mad and said, "I'm asking if you can get rid of it." ”

The engineer company commander thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "It's difficult, the base of this earthen wall is several meters thick, and the best way is to pile up the rectified explosives at the foot of the fortress, but in the current situation, it is difficult for my people to transport the explosives up." ”

"Can we only wait for the artillery to come?"

The sapper company commander's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "It's not that there is no way to ......."

The battalion commander grabbed the captain tightly and said in a loud voice: "Tell me quickly, as long as I can get rid of it, I will invite the brothers of the whole company to go to Peyton for a drink." ”

"There's a new thing in the rear, it should be of some use to it, you wait, I'll get them here. He threw down the sentence and quickly walked backwards.

While the officers and men of the 1st Battalion were anxiously waiting, hundreds of men from the engineer company carefully escorted several vehicles to the front line and began to assemble iron frames on the spot.

Kikke, who had withdrawn for the time being, watched the excitement behind him with a cigarette in his mouth, only to see the inclined steel rails neatly arranged, aimed at the fortress in front of him.

"What, it's not a rocket. Kikke, a well-informed veteran, said familiarly.

Vir, who had seen the spectacle of hundreds of rockets being fired, was so impressed by that day that he squeezed forward.

I saw the sappers take out cylinders more than two feet long from the crates, put them on the steel rails, and insert wide elastic wings.

The engineer company commander stared at these trumpet rockets like a treasure, and said leisurely: "The three-year-old 107 mm rocket just came out last month.

The layout is simple, easy to carry, a single soldier can carry one, put it on the mound can be launched, the charge is more than the largest caliber shell, simply put, it is an offensive artifact on the front line. ”

Three simple iron frames are spaced more than ten meters apart, and the siege is in an arc, surrounding the Semitic fortress from three sides.

Ten rockets were neatly placed on each iron frame, and the sappers connected the leads and pulled them far behind.

The engineer company commander took out the lighter, looked up and saw the soldiers hovering behind the iron frame for about a few tens of meters, waved at them, and said in a loud voice: "Stand back, it's dangerous, it's all for Lao Tzu to retreat." ”

The soldiers retreated twenty or thirty meters, and the engineer company commander rolled his eyes angrily, and said in a loud voice: "Sue you, this is a test product, I don't know where to fly, I won't be responsible for killing it~!"

As soon as these words came out, the soldiers all ran backwards, hiding far behind the sappers.

The engineer company commander lit the lighter and pressed it on the lead, and the lead that emitted white smoke burned rapidly.

Half a minute later, the rockets on the iron frame let out a ghostly scream, and a flame several meters long erupted from the tail, which flew out of the iron frame in the blink of an eye, dragging the fiery red tail towards the Semitic fortress, leaving a gray-white smoke trail behind it.

Thirty rockets were fired in a minute, and at such a close distance, almost all of them hit the enemy's fortress, and in the deafening explosion, the tall earthen fortress was completely enveloped in smoke in an instant.

In the explosion, clods of earth and shattered human bodies flew into the air, scattering in all directions.

Of course, not all rockets hit the target, and the soldiers saw with their own eyes that one lost its direction after being abolished, spiraled in a circle, and fell a few hundred meters from the fortress.

The smoke and dust slowly drifted away, and the tall Semitic fortress seemed to have been gnawed by a large mouth, leaving only the lower half, and the scattered dirt around it was piled up more than a meter high.

The soldiers, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed forward with shouts and climbed to the ruined fortress, but there were no living people in sight, and half-buried corpses were everywhere in the dirt.

Rushing through the fortress, the soldiers' eyes suddenly opened up, and on the ground not far away, a dozen thick black cylinders pointed to the sky.

The soldiers of the Skeleton Division were stunned for a moment, and then showed a surprised expression, those thick black iron cylinders should be enemy cannons.

A group of black figures leaped out of the cannons and rushed towards the sky, watching the dark mages of the cannons flee.

When the soldiers of the Skeleton Division rushed forward to capture these cannons, a large cloud of green smoke suddenly exploded behind the artillery group, and the thick poison gas spread rapidly against the ground, and I don't know who detonated the poison gas bombs on the ground.

The Skeleton Division's soldiers turned and ran in fright, but they were too close to the cannon and the poison gas spread much faster than they could run.

Seeing that hundreds of reckless soldiers were about to be consumed by poison gas, a white figure suddenly fell from the sky, and a gust of wind swept from behind the Skeleton Division soldiers with his figure.

The strong wind blew the dirt and grass blades in the sky, and the soldiers could not even stand steadily.

The green poisonous gas was instantly blown into the sky by the strong wind and quickly dissipated.

When the wind slowly subsided, the soldiers saw that in the middle of the poisonous fog just now, a young man dressed in white grabbed the dark mage's neck and lifted him high.

The dark mage's feet trembled wildly in the air, the white-clothed man's fingers contracted slightly, and lightly choked the dark mage's neck, and the dead dark mage's feet hung down weakly.

The man in white casually left the dark mage's body aside, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands in disgust.

A few black shadows fell from the air at high speed and smashed directly on the ground, and ordinary people would have fallen into flesh and mud, but these people stood on the ground unharmed.

One of the young men, with fiery red hair, looked down at the corpse of the dark mage on the ground, and said with a playful smile, "This doesn't count, you still don't have as much as me." ”

Then he shot out like a cannonball, instantly turning into a black dot in the sky, leaving the dumbfounded ordinary soldiers on the ground.

In an instant, the Jomans had advanced the battle line ten miles to the north, and more than a hundred legions of Jouman soldiers surrounded Orlandini and his main force from all sides.

(To be continued)