The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

Artillery shells flew through the air and rumbling explosions rang out continuously. Li Geer, who was leading the 46th Division to advance against the clock, finally saw the Yan Army position as he wished.

About one to two kilometers away, all the trees on the ground had been cut down and cleared, leaving only scattered flames still burning. The terrain became extremely open and flat, a good place to launch a charge.

However, this battlefield was created by the enemy on the opposite side. A row of three-meter-high walls built of earth and stones stood on the ground. Artillery shells were fired from behind the walls, whizzing through the sky.

Li Geer looked at the carefully built position opposite with a stiff expression, realizing that this battle had turned from a surprise attack launched by his side into a terrible siege.

But even if it is a decisive battle, we have to continue fighting at this moment. No matter how heavy the casualties are, this battle is still the most likely chance to win at the moment.

"Set up the guns and fire!"

"Cavalry, prepare to charge! Infantry battalion, follow up!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

However, the 46th Division had suffered heavy casualties at this time. As the vanguard, although the artillery bombardment launched by the Yan Army was mainly concentrated in the rear at the beginning, as the 46th Division continued to advance, the artillery bombardment of the Yan Army gradually began to multi-point bombardment. The artillery bombardment was no longer just bombarding the rear section, but more concentrated in the front column of the 46th Division.

As it is now, the battle lines of the 20th Division, which was advancing in a linear formation, had been blown apart by artillery shells in many places, and the artillery in each line had suffered heavy losses. In the process of continuous advancement, there were less than artillery pieces left at this moment, which almost meant that they had lost their best long-range weapons.

Without the long-range cover provided by artillery, the cavalry on both sides of the column could only charge to close the distance for shooting, while the infantry in the middle had their columns dispersed due to the artillery fire and could only run wildly.

Only by shortening the distance to within 150 meters could they reorganize their formation and fire volleys of muskets. Now they could only endure endless artillery fire.

Opposite them, they saw the Gothic Army charging under artillery fire. Except for the artillerymen in the Yan Army who continued to fire in an orderly manner, the gunners were already in position at the temporary firing points on the three-meter-high earth wall.

The artillery shells can kill most of the Goths, but not all of them. There will still be some enemy soldiers who will rush over desperately. At this time, the gunners need to fire as accurately as possible to reap the lives of the enemy soldiers.

At this moment, the Gothic cavalry on war horses became the most prominent target. They advanced very quickly, and the Yan soldiers pointed their guns at them and fired bullets after aiming.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Artillery shells were flying in the sky and bullets were whistling on the ground. The ground in this war-torn area was devastated, surrounded by shell craters of all sizes, with corpses lying in disarray. In the rolling sand and rocks, thick black smoke wafted from the charred corpses and wood. The burnt stench and the smell of gunpowder were closely mixed together, making people feel nauseous.

The temporary defensive positions built by the Yan Army remained unbreakable, but the Gothic soldiers who were charging towards them gradually fell apart like broken walls while running.

However, at this moment, the Gothic soldiers had completely abandoned reason, and only the surging rage remained in their physical senses. They continued to rush forward fearlessly, even if they would die here the next moment.

Their commander, Riegl, was doing the same as them at the moment. He was leading the right-wing cavalry to charge towards the left side of the Yan army's position. From his observation just now, he keenly noticed that the artillery fire launched by the left wing of the Yan army was not intensive, and there might be a breakthrough point there.

"Quick! Charge towards their left wing! Break through from there!!"

Riding on a warhorse, Li Geer roared angrily. Although the shells were falling beside him, he could not care about much at the moment. As a vanguard, he kept his mission in mind. As long as he opened a gap in the Yan Army's position, the subsequent troops could rush in and smash the Yan Army's position.

Relying on more troops, as long as they can fight the Yan Army at close range, then even if all the 46th Division dies here, the troops behind will definitely win.

The blood seemed to be boiling in his body. Riegl gripped the reins tightly with both hands, clamped his calves against the horse's belly, leaned his body against the horse's back, and rushed forward fiercely with the right-wing cavalry in anger.

Opposite it, in the Yan army’s position.

"Come on! Send up the machine guns!"

The gunners shouted loudly, and the infantrymen immediately lifted the machine guns up to the shooting windows. Under the windows, countless ammunition boxes were piled up. The infantrymen even used the ammunition boxes as a foundation, taking them as they needed them. The ammunition reserves were enough for them to fight for three days and three nights.

High-rate machine guns appeared in the window, their long bores gleaming with metallic luster. The gunners gripped the handles tightly with both hands and roared angrily.

"shooting!!!"

"Thumbs up!"

In an instant, countless small shells were fired out. These shells were not explosive shells, but armor-piercing shells with extremely strong penetrating power!

Its conical structure and all-metal material allow these armor-piercing shells to penetrate anything they can come into contact with on the battlefield.

And Riegl and his group, who were leading the right-wing cavalry and rushing towards them, were exactly the target of the gunners!

When the intensive rapid-fire sounded, almost instantly, the charging Gothic cavalry were thrown to the ground.

The masked war horses let out sharp neighs as they galloped wildly. The armor-piercing bullets broke through their skin, penetrated their flesh, shattered their hard bones, and almost pierced through their entire bodies!

Flesh and blood splattered as the war horses fell to the ground with a bang. The injuries suffered by the cavalrymen on their backs were even more horrific. Whenever they were hit by an armor-piercing bullet, the wound on the injured part would be a bloody hole as big as a fist. Countless people had their hands and feet cut off by armor-piercing bullets, and fell to the ground with their horses and died while wailing.

In an instant, a large number of cavalrymen fell down, and their blood and flesh made the charred ground even bloodier.

With such heavy casualties, Riegl, who was among the cavalry, regained some composure. However, the countless armor-piercing bullets coming towards him did not allow him to think for even a second.

"Chug, tug, tug, tug!"

There was another blood-curdling burst of gunfire. Before Li Geer, who was lying on the horse's back, could turn around, a piece of flesh and blood floated past his eyes.

It was a fist-sized piece of meat, covered with black hair, and a piece of bone was embedded in the broken meat.

This was the neck bone of the warhorse. The piece of flesh disappeared in the blink of an eye during the gallop, but warm blood sprinkled on his face like raindrops. The strong smell of blood went straight into his nostrils. Li Geer felt cold all over. As soon as he loosened the reins, the warhorse with a bullet through the neck crashed to the ground first.

Li Geer fell off his horse uncontrollably, but before he could roll over, the horse's heavy body carried him heavily to the hard ground, and he even rushed two or three meters away due to inertia.

With his chest compressed, Li Geer was pushed forward by the horse's body, and his cheeks pressed against the ground were rubbed with countless scars on the rough sand and stones.

"Crack, click, click."

The bones in his body were breaking one by one, and with a "wow" sound, Li Geer spat out a large mouthful of blood from his mouth. However, the warhorse was not dead yet, but was twitching on his body, making a shrill neighing from its mouth.

Li Geer's face turned purple as he struggled to get out from under the warhorse, but he couldn't move even after digging at the ground with his hands over and over again until his nails were all curled up and his flesh was exposed.

Unable to breathe any more air, Li Geer's face turned as red as blood. He stared with bloodshot eyes that almost popped out of his sockets, but in the end, he still lowered his head unwillingly.

"hiss--"

The warhorse wailed miserably, but its voice became increasingly weaker. Even so, it still died a few minutes after Riegl's death.

The vitality of animals has always been like this.