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

The heavy artillery was only delivered to the pass yesterday evening, and fierce fighting broke out on the front line after nightfall. Before the situation became clear, the artillery company had to temporarily rest at the pass. Although Willy led the artillery company to the pass early this morning, the mountain road was difficult to travel on. It was only noon now, and Dingle guessed that they might not arrive so soon.

Although Zoye, who was responsible for guarding the pass, had half a division of troops under his command, he lacked heavy weapons. There were even less than forty artillery pieces, which made Dingel worried.

Although the pass is strategically located, not only is it on a high point, but there is only one main road that can pass through it, which makes it relatively easy to defend. However, after the fierce battle last night, the troops stationed in the mountains were defeated one after another. Although they have been ordered to return to defend the pass together with the defenders, it may not be successful.

Once the mountains on the left and right wings of the pass are occupied by a large number of enemy soldiers, the pass will probably have to withstand attacks from three sides, and defense will no longer be so easy. But this is already the clearest situation. What worries Dingle the most is the rear. If the enemy infiltrates deep into their own territory, they are likely to break out from behind the pass. If this situation really happens, the defense system of the pass will gradually disintegrate under attacks from all sides, no matter how dangerous the terrain is.

For this reason, when Willy set out this morning, Dingle specifically instructed that in the process of advancing along the main road, sentries must be arranged on both wings to guard. Although they cannot go too deep into the mountains, they must provide the troops with a certain range of guard to prevent possible encounters with enemy soldiers.

Now that the enemy's bombardment has begun, Dingle just hopes that the bad situation he imagined will not turn out to be what he expected.

Looking at Kyle who had a very bad face, Dingle sighed silently in his heart.

Perhaps before the Yan people came, the Empire's Mountain Infantry Division was indeed one of the best forces, so it was normal for General Kyle to be full of confidence about this. It was a pity that the enemy this time was not only cunning, but also too powerful. At this point in the war, the gap shown was no longer just in weapons.

Thinking of this, Dingle turned his head and looked at the main peak behind him.

Different from other undulating mountain peaks, the main peak behind is particularly tall and straight, like a triangular top, not so high that it reaches the clouds, but it is also particularly sharp. A few days ago, Harris and his soldiers climbed the main peak with great effort, and several soldiers even fell to their deaths accidentally. Fortunately, although the process was difficult, they finally accomplished their mission.

Nowadays, boxes of explosives have been placed on the cliff of the main peak. Once they are detonated, the protruding mountain and the suspended rock layers will continue to collapse. In a chain reaction, the falling rocks will block the road below. However, no one can accurately predict how much damage the collapse will bring.

But Dinger knew that if the situation developed to the point where it had to be contained by such uncontrollable factors, it would be his last counterattack.

Thinking of this, Dinger turned his head silently and murmured:

"I hope it doesn't come to this........."

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"Be careful to dodge! Be careful of the artillery fire!"

"Find more solid cover!"

At the pass, artillery shells kept falling and bombarded the area within a radius of one kilometer. The Goltish defenders were in chaos and kept moving to other shelters amid the explosions.

Although this place is the focus of their defense, it does not have a large number of man-made fortifications like the Heinrich Military Base. During the time they were guarding here, Zoye had ordered the soldiers to build temporary fortifications as quickly as possible. Although there was no shortage of rocks, the temporary defensive fortresses were very rough. If they could withstand light artillery fire, they could still withstand it, but such a large-scale bombardment would make it difficult for these fortifications to support.

Looking up at the artillery shells fired from several directions, the soldiers' faces were as pale as snow, and they could only run back and forth between the bunkers like grasshoppers on a hot pot.

Under normal circumstances, they only needed to avoid the artillery fire from the front. In fact, they were prepared for this and had already found the corresponding shelters. But now the shells were not only fired from the front, but also from both flanks at the same time.

All this is because the enemy is advancing rapidly on both wings of the main road. The supporting mountain infantry division should have stopped them, but was defeated. Now they are still exchanging fire with the enemy on the flank, but the enemy can unscrupulously launch artillery attacks on the pass during the intervals between battles. This is enough to show that our troops have been completely suppressed and the enemy even has enough energy to spare time to launch artillery attacks.

Next to a natural cave, the commander of the pass garrison, Zoye, shouted anxiously:

"Don't run around! Find cover and stay there!"

"Keep an eye on the main road! If the Yan people advance, attack immediately!"

The soldiers who heard the roar were in panic. In such a fierce artillery bombardment, they not only had to ensure that they were not hit by stray bullets, but also had to guard against the enemy's ground assaults and repel them to defend the pass.

This was a task that was several levels more difficult than conventional field combat, and they were, just a few days ago, hunter cavalrymen riding on their steeds to fight in open fields.

But now their beloved horses have been taken out of the battlefield, and the hunters have been forced to transform themselves into mountain infantry in a short period of time. This is not a battlefield they are familiar with, nor is it a battle they are good at. The time they have spent guarding the pass has exhausted them physically and mentally.

The constant threats posed by the enemy, the harsh mountain environment, and the brutal battle when the military base fell, those nightmarish scenes were deeply imprinted in everyone's mind like a brand. Many soldiers even began to retreat and were afraid to fight.

If they had not heard the news of the arrival of reinforcements two days ago, some people would have even planned to leave the team and escape from Enzos. However, the reinforcements they had been waiting for were now badly beaten, and the enemy was constantly pouring firepower on their own positions. The soldiers' emotions were like melting snow on the mountains, turning into water and falling to the bottom of the valley.

"Boom boom boom!"

Soldiers hiding under the bunkers listened to the intensive bombing and many of them asked themselves in their hearts: "When will it end?"

The answer came after 4:30.

After 4:30 p.m., the shelling gradually decreased, with only sporadic explosions heard at the pass.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the faces of the remaining Gothic soldiers in the west. Their haggard faces had pale and dry lips, and even several bloody cracks. Although they held the guns tightly, their palms had no warmth at all, and their grips were icy cold, as if they were stuck to their hands.

A moment later, excited expressions appeared on haggard faces, cracked lips opened, and angry roars came from hoarse throats.

“Kill them! Kill them!!!”

"Shoot! Shoot!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunshots rang out rapidly. Most of the remaining Goltek defenders, led by Zoye, were killed or wounded in the artillery fire and put up a final resistance against the Yanbing who were launching ground attacks from three directions simultaneously: the main road, the left wing, and the right wing.

On the downhill road leading to the pass, Willy stood on a slightly higher earth slope. He turned his somewhat stiff face to look behind him. The artillery company was still moving slowly.

Helplessness and despair filled his heart, and Willy turned around and looked forward.

The setting sun spread down from the sky like blood, and the surface of the earth before our eyes had already turned blood red.