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

The full moon hangs in the night sky.

The cold white moonlight began to spread from the center of the night sky, but as it spread to the lower sky, it gradually turned into an eerie fiery red.

Because the low sky was filled with flying shells and the light and fire from the violent explosions eroded the moonlight, the soldiers on the Goltish defense line could only see the fiery red color that covered the sky when they looked up at the sky.

Thick smoke and gunpowder brought by artillery shells covered the sky, and everything became hazy, even the moon was hidden. The Gothic soldiers on the front line could only see a vague crimson light ball swaying in the smoke.

In a crimson scene, the Gothic soldiers were running back and forth in the trenches that were supposed to be 2.5 meters deep but were now less than 2 meters high. Large pieces of mud fell from their heads from time to time, forcing them to run with their backs bent and their heads in their hands.

What is terrifying is certainly not the mud, but the shrapnel mixed in the mud. These small gadgets flying around due to the explosion have shocking lethality. Many people in the trenches have been hit in the head by shrapnel.

They had seen with their own eyes the skulls of many of their comrades being opened, with spider-web-like red blood threads wrapped around the white brains, which even emitted a faint heat in the cold weather. Just one look at this hair-raising scene was enough to make the soldiers' stomachs churn and they wished they could vomit out all the acid.

At this moment, more people were shouting at the top of their lungs, but most of the time only they themselves could hear the shouts, because the dense sound of artillery explosions almost covered everything. Even if their companions were just two meters away, they could hardly hear the voices of others.

After more than nine hours of non-stop bombing, almost everyone's ears were numbed.

Their ears were almost non-functioning, making it difficult for the soldiers to hear the orders given by their superiors. All they could see was the ground that had been bombed into pits, the barbed wire that had been blown apart, and more body parts that had been pierced, blown to pieces, and burned. Some of them were lying on the turned-over ground, some were stuck to the walls of the fortress, and more were squeezed in the trenches.

Shattered corpses were scattered all over the trenches. The charred pieces of flesh and strings of internal organs gave off a strange smell, and the large amount of gunpowder smoke and the stench of turned over soil were always everywhere. The soldiers had to tear off their clothes to cover their mouths and noses in order to reduce the irritation to their nasal cavity.

"They are starting to attack, quick! Stop them!"

"Shoot! Shoot!"

Hoarse roars rang out in the trenches one after another. The soldiers, whose ears seemed to be stuffed with cotton wool, did not dare to move immediately after hearing them, because the shells were still flying over their heads. The fortifications built with sandbags had been blown to pieces two hours ago. It was for this reason that they were forced to evacuate into the trenches, but even in the anti-artillery trenches, safety could not be guaranteed.

The artillery shells fired by the enemy were too dense, as dense as a rainstorm. They seemed to have endless ammunition. The shelling never stopped in more than nine hours. Except for those large bunkers that were still standing, almost all the deployments made to prevent the enemy's advance were now almost in ruins.

But now, they had to fight with the advancing enemy troops in the ruins, but fortunately the sound of artillery fire weakened at this moment.

Instead, there was a series of dense "whoosh whoosh" sounds.

The soldiers hiding in the trenches had sweat on their pale faces. They sat back in the trenches and gasped for breath. When they heard the extremely fast shooting, they knew that these were definitely not weapons used by their own troops, but that the enemy had already reached the edge of the defense line.

"Oh!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The artillery tower that was still standing on the ground fired solid shells one after another, and the officers in the trenches urged anxiously:

"The Yan people are charging, and the people in the fort are fighting back. We must act quickly, too. Quick! Set up your guns and shoot!"

The anxious urging made the soldiers sitting on the ground realize that they could not sit and wait any longer. They gritted their teeth, overcame the fear in their hearts, stood up hurriedly, and ran out along the trench. After stepping over corpses, some people finally came to the ground.

At this moment, the ground had become a mess under the bombardment of artillery shells. Mud and water mixed with the wreckage of various fortifications, almost a devastated place. The enemy was marching under the cover of artillery fire, with smoke billowing. The Gothic soldiers could not even see how many people were rushing towards them. They could only see enemy soldiers running from all directions in the smoke. They did not organize a formation.

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Shoot! Shoot at them!"

Amid the roars, the Gothic soldiers hastily organized themselves into formations and fired volleys, while the Yan army infantry were also shooting while running wildly.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Dense bullets flew through the air, like the sound of drums that were getting faster and faster. Amid the constant sound of shooting, the Yan soldiers who rushed out of the smoke were constantly knocked down, and the people who knocked them down became corpses at an even faster speed.

Compared with artillery bombardment, the casualties caused by close combat shooting are simpler and more brutal. The person who is shot often does not feel the pain in his body at that moment. He will often realize that he has been shot only a few minutes after being hit by several bullets, and then suddenly fall to the ground.

Just like at this moment, the Gothic soldiers who were fired at with volleys of gunfire had their eyes wide open. They were nervously changing bullets in the last second, but in the next second their legs suddenly went soft and they fell straight to the ground. Only when they fell did their injured bodies send them feedback of the pain.

"Ahhh!"

The people who fell to the ground wailed in pain. They struggled and rolled in the mud, but they could not relieve the pain in their bodies. The Yan Army, which was advancing in a skirmish line, also suffered huge casualties. Those sturdy bunkers were still standing after enduring such a long bombardment. Solid shells fired from the windows kept falling on their heads. Although they could not explode, their lethality was still considerable. Especially in a close-range charge, if they were hit by one, they would be shattered.

And above the wreckage of countless Yanbing, more Yanbing poured into the battlefield from the rear. They were almost endless, and although the casualties continued to grow, no Yanbing felt fear in his heart.

They are like the gun in their hands. After pulling the trigger, they will only shoot forward to kill the enemy, stopping killing with killing and exchanging their lives for more lives.

Under such a powerful attack, the first line of defense of Heinrich Military Base was on the verge of collapse. The front-line positions not only became ruins, but also a quagmire of blood and flesh.

The Yan Army artillery company in the rear began to advance in the mire of blood and flesh, while the assault infantry in the front had already crossed the trenches and began to fight around those sturdy fortresses.

The close-range fighting caused the casualties on both sides to increase exponentially. Almost every minute, hundreds of people died from artillery fire or bullets.

During this period, Goltish signalmen continued to return from the front line to the military base, delivering one bad news after another.