My Empire

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" An officer pulled a rope with sweat on his face, and shouted with all his strength, "Don't be left behind! We are going to enter the position with the infantry! Hurry up!"

Behind him, two soldiers were pushing two wooden wheels respectively, and the heavy Maxim heavy machine guns were slowly advancing in the middle of the phalanx formed by two infantrymen. Behind them, soldiers carrying bullets are trying to push the machine gun forward, and everyone is desperate.

"The offensive belt is such a heavy thing, is it really that easy to use?" An Ailan Hill grenadier who leaned his rifle on his shoulder and let his long bayonet tower over his head passed by the machine gun and asked in a low voice. Comrades around you.

The comrade-in-arms nervously didn't even look at him. He stared at the densely standing enemy troops in the gap of the city wall in the distance, and kept muttering words: "Do your own thing! Do your own thing..."

This is something that the instructors repeatedly emphasized during training. As long as you insist on doing the technical moves in the training when you are nervous, you can defeat the enemy and win the war. And victory is the hope of survival.

As a little man whose name is destined not to remain in history, his long-cherished wish is actually very simple, to live, to live bravely for himself and his family.

"Yo...Boom!" A shell blasted near the gap in the city wall, bringing up a fragment of limbs and severed arms. The densely packed garrison immediately became confused, and it took a long time to reluctantly restrain it.

"Hurry up and shoot! Keep firing! Break down those idiots!" The soldiers in the front row, who are getting closer and closer to the opponent, prayed in their hearts, praying that they would not have to face each other when facing the opponent's defense line. To the densely packed enemies.

"Standing!" Orders came one after another, and all the troops finally stopped outside the range of the opponent's bow and arrow. No one spoke for a while, and no new orders came, and the entire battlefield seemed very quiet.

"Ready to shoot!" Without letting everyone wait for too long, a word was heard. The soldiers in the first row subconsciously leveled their rifles and began to pull the bolts to fill their weapons with bullets.

"Fire!" The battalion commander stood among his three phalanx troops and shouted a firm order. With this command, a crackling gunshot once again made the battlefield noisy.

The bullet smashed into the dense crowd, leaving holes in the bodies of these Arante soldiers that constantly gushing blood. Dozens of brave Arrant soldiers fell to the ground, and the surrounding soldiers were stunned by the strange sight in front of them.

They have shield players and archers. They are waiting for each other's bows and arrows to fly over, waiting for their bows and arrows to cause damage to the enemy. But what they were waiting for was not a bow and arrow that shielded the sky from the sun, but some kind of "hidden weapon" that was almost invisible.

"Boom!" There was another gunshot. The Mauser rifle can shoot five bullets at a very fast speed. Although it is not as clean and neat as a semi-automatic rifle, it allows the soldiers to fully aim and fire.

Once again someone fell down, and the Arante soldiers finally realized that the enemy they were facing was not something they could face with courage. No matter how restrained the officers, these soldiers began to retreat, and some soldiers began to subconsciously find shelters to cover themselves.

Seeing his soldiers compressed back, Frankie realized that the situation was not good. In addition to the irritating cannons, there is also a hand cannon used by soldiers! Facing the cannon, Frank still felt he had the power to fight, but in the face of this hand cannon, he felt that war was no longer what he was familiar with.

"Persevere! Persevere!" He wandered continuously in the queue with a long sword, comforting the soldiers who had been panicked. He personally inspected the crater bombed by the artillery at the gap, and personally pushed the bodies of the dead soldiers into the craters that were still steaming.

As a commander, Frankie has done his best. He personally led the officers to stick to the gap, encouraging every soldier to convince them that he can repel the enemy.

In the open space outside the city, five rounds of ammunition in the barrel had been burned out, and all the Ailan Hill grenadiers began to load new ammunition. There was still a faint white mist in front of them, which was left over from gunpowder.

Although it seems that Ailan Hill has begun to use smokeless gunpowder to produce ammunition, because of technology, this kind of smokeless gunpowder is actually not perfect. The improvement work is still in full swing, and the front-line troops are still using this not very advanced gunpowder.

Fortunately, even with this kind of gunpowder, the weapons in the hands of the grenadiers in Ailan Hill were much stronger than the weapons in the hands of the enemies they faced.

"Damn it! Learn smart!" Seeing that the enemy he was facing turned out to be learning and selling, and back to the back of the reverse slope, the battalion commander frowned, not knowing what to do.

Once he ordered the soldiers to press over, he would most likely face a counterattack from the enemy at close range: at a distance of about 20 meters, his unit's combat effectiveness was not crushed, or in his opinion, he was more willing Choose to use bullets to consume opponents at long distances.

It's a pity that the situation on the battlefield can change instantly, and he can't unilaterally dominate. So he could only bite the bullet and gave the order to move on.

Of course, even if it is to attack the opponent's position, the soldiers of Ailan Hill are not without their own way. They are not parallel imports who only stand in the distance and shoot, they are powerful Ailan Hill grenadiers. After the offensive order was given, a hoarse password cut through the sky: "Grenadier! Grenade!"

The soldiers in the first row drew the grenade from the canvas bag on their chest, unplugged the cork behind the grenade, and pulled out the drawstring inside the wooden handle. They kept approaching the steep slopes of rubble bodies and gravel piles in front of them, pushing them to a distance they thought was appropriate.

"Grenades!" Among the more than fifty soldiers in the first row, half of the soldiers threw out their wooden grenade. These grenades flew over the hillside and landed on the other side of the reverse slope.

No one saw what the state was behind the reverse slope, they just heard someone shouting over there, they just saw that when the explosion, some fragments were lifted up.

"Elan Hill! Long live!" The platoon leader in the front row drew out his saber from his waist, and the first one stepped forward. The one who followed him was the other twenty or so already holding them in his hands. Grenadier with grenade. When leaping up the steep slope, these grenadiers threw their prepared grenades at the dense crowd on the opposite side.

"Bows and arrows!" Inside the defending army's phalanx that was blown up by the first round of grenades, a blood-stained officer brandished a long sword and shouted a hoarse roar. With his roar, a patch of locusts resembled a locust. Yu Jian rushed towards the Ailan Hill soldier on the commanding heights.

"Puff!" The sound of bows and arrows pierced into the body one after another, and most of the two dozen Ailan Hill grenadiers who rushed to the commanding heights first fell on the body of the Arante soldier, covered with feather arrows.

The few lucky ones who did not die by chance also had several feather arrows stuck in their bodies, screaming and rolling down. The grenadiers in the second row seemed to be stimulated by the blood of their companions. They continued to move forward, and threw the prepared grenades in their hands to the other side of the reverse slope.

"Boom!" There was another intensive explosion. The soldiers of the Arrant guard seemed to find that this reverse **** was a good place for them to stick to. They found that the other side seemed to have no good way to take this high ground.

Even those deadly grenades can only blow up a few soldiers in the front row, and cannot threaten the archers behind them. After fighting for almost two hours, the soldiers of Arrant killed the enemy on the opposite side for the first time, and their morale boosted them and cheered like wild beasts, as if they were the victors of the battle.

In fact, they have killed nearly 1,000 people, and the enemies they faced have now only died less than twenty. But including General Frankie, the soldiers of Arante needed to vent, vent the anger they had suppressed for a long time.

"Second row! Offensive! For Ailan Hill!" The company commander standing on the side of the team saw his proud subordinate, the first platoon commander was shot into a hedgehog by a feather arrow, and annoyed to continue. Offensive order.

Without any hesitation, the soldiers in the second row took a neat step forward, drew out the grenade in front of their chest, and rushed to the commanding height that was close at hand. Then, the clever ones, they dropped bombs when they were about to approach the commanding heights and fell down without exposing their bodies to the opponent's crossbow.

Although their attacks have had some effects, the struggle for the commanding heights is still a very difficult process. The soldiers lay down and fired down from the commanding heights. The Arrant soldiers who were also close at hand made a frantic counter-attack despite the casualties. Soon the loss of the first battalion rose to 50.

"It's not a way to go on like this!" Feeling that his company is going to be exhausted in this gap, the company commander on the front line pressed his long sword and complained angrily: "Those cunning Arantes!"

"It's okay! They have already gone up! As long as they have gone up... the battle is over." The battalion commander who came up from behind stared at the long-lost gap, and said to his men with a sneer.

Soon, in the unknown eyes of the soldiers of the Arante Empire, a square metal plate with a gap in the middle was slowly pushed to the commanding heights. The jingle of bows and arrows hit this metal shield, and it couldn't help the Ailan Hill soldiers behind the metal shield.

The Ailan Hill soldier behind the anti-shield saw the densely packed enemies in front of him through the narrow aiming gap, and then in the next second, he pulled his gun without expression: "Wow!"