Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0082 Giant Horse Cavalry
"Whoosh!" A bullet flew past General Moss's face, and that feeling really made him feel bad. He had simulated the situation he would face countless times in his mind before charging, but when he really rushed to the front of the Ailan Hill Grenadiers, he realized that he had underestimated his opponent.
"Hiss..." The warhorse of a knight next to him neighed, and then fell down, carrying the knight behind him, who also fell under the iron hooves of the giant horse behind him.
The knight who was following closely beside General Moss was trampled on the head by the warhorse behind him without even a scream. Then more iron hooves trampled the bodies of him and his horse.
However, the number of knights knocked down was still a minority. After all, they were wearing heavy armor and were protected by magic. After about a hundred knights fell, they crashed into the defense line of the 13th Regiment of Ailan Hill.
"Ha!" As if venting his anger, the giant horse knight of the Holy Demon Empire in the front picked up an Elanhill grenadier with one spear, then swung his spear and pierced the second grenadier who was not wearing armor on his spear.
The other cavalrymen following behind him knocked down all the Elanhill grenadiers around them in just a few seconds. The scene on the battlefield suddenly changed, and the one-sided massacre just now turned into a bloody fight on both sides.
"Kill!" The heavy cavalry in the crowd was simply the most powerful killing machine. Wherever they passed, the soldiers of Ailan Hill fell to the ground. The ground was covered with blood and body parts. This scene had happened countless times in the past thousand years, and it didn't seem strange this time.
"Bang!" The Ailan Hill grenadiers holding their weapons were still performing their duties. They were still firing at the cavalry who had already rushed into their square formation. Their bullets were more lethal at close range, knocking down more Holy Demon Empire cavalry.
However, due to the need to reload, these counterattacks were obviously not as effective as the cavalry's charge. More and more soldiers from Ailan Hill died, and three square formations consisting of hundreds of soldiers in a battalion were soon strangled to death by the meat grinder formed by these giant horses.
"Fight them!" Among the remaining soldiers, an Elanhill grenadier saw the huge cavalry charging at him and unplugged all three grenades on his chest. He shouted, jumped over his comrades and rushed towards the cavalry, then closed his eyes.
"Boom!" Three grenades exploded almost simultaneously, forming a rain of steel around the giant horse knight. The shrapnel penetrated the muscles of the giant horse and also penetrated the gaps between the knight's armor.
The knight fell sideways along with his horse, and the fragments of the Elanhill grenadier who had died together were floating around him. Following the explosion, more grenadiers showed their grenades, either throwing them or carrying them forward, and explosions occurred one after another along the entire defense line.
The 13th Regiment was formed earlier and was about to be promoted to the main force. The soldiers were strong in combat and well trained. When facing the enemy's attack, they showed unprecedented courage.
However, because the area of the frontal attack was not large, the only ones who actually engaged the Holy Demon Empire's cavalry were the 2nd Battalion of the 13th Regiment. Now the 2nd Battalion had been almost completely annihilated, so the first line of defense of Ailan Hill was completely penetrated by the Holy Demon Empire.
"The Holy Demon Empire will win!" General Moss raised his bloody spear high, ignoring the blood all over his body, and shouted loudly as if to vent his anger. How many years has it been? How many years has it been since he felt such a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction after defeating a mortal army? He himself could hardly remember.
However, defeating the army in front of him once again ignited his desire for victory and the kind of uneasy passion of charging into battle. This feeling excited him, filled him with strength, and made him want to completely destroy the army in front of him.
"Kill! Leave no one alive! Gather the troops! Continue the attack!" Turning his horse around, General Moss loudly ordered the cavalrymen following him.
More and more cavalry gathered, passed the corpses on the ground and the fallen flag of Elanhill, and began to attack the second line of defense. Now the magic cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire had also been blood-thirsty, and their only thought was to tear apart all the mortals on the opposite side.
In that attack just now, they lost a total of 300 excellent giant horse cavalry, which was almost the same as the loss of the Ailan Hill Grenadiers! This was absolutely unacceptable to the Holy Demon Empire, and they certainly wanted justice.
On the hillside in the distance, Chris and General Wilkes were also shocked by the attack power of the Holy Demon Empire's magic cavalry. The moment these cavalry rushed into the 13th Regiment's defense line, both Chris and Wilkes knew that the first line of defense was over.
"Damn it! Why hasn't the dragon knight appeared yet? Isn't now a good time for them to join the battle?" Chris looked at Wilkes beside him a little anxiously and asked.
When it comes to fighting, although he is strong in theory, he has very little experience. He has never seen such a huge loss on his side, nor has he experienced such a stalemate. So when he encounters such a problem, he can only ask the generals around him.
"The last time those dragon riders attacked our troops, witnesses claimed that there were only three dragons..." Wilkes began, "They may have withdrawn due to heavy losses."
"There may be more dragon knights coming!" Chris said a little uncertainly. He didn't know whether he should continue to insist on letting all heavy firepower continue to guard the air, or should he divert some heavy firepower to destroy the Holy Demon Empire knights in front of him.
"Let the heavy machine gun troops enter the position!" Wilkes made his choice: "Your Majesty! If the front is penetrated by these giant horse knights, we don't have to wait for the dragon knights to appear."
Chris nodded. Knowing that he still had no experience in dealing with emergencies, he said, "General Wilkes, this battle is left to you to command! I'd rather not intervene!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Wilkes replied while riding on his warhorse, with his right clenched on his chest and his head lowered.
Then he turned around and gave orders to the officers behind him: "Let the heavy machine gun unit push forward! Move two anti-aircraft guns to the front! The enemy is attacking the front of the Guards Regiment! Beat them back!"
"Yes!" The officer saluted and rode away immediately. Immediately afterwards, a uniform shout came from the 1st Regiment's position: "Long live Ailan Hill! Fight for His Majesty!"
"Install the bayonets!" A company commander drew out his long sword and shouted to the soldiers around him. Following his order, a row of soldiers drew out their bayonets in unison and stuck them on their rifles in almost the same motion.
In the sun, the fence formed by the bayonets sparkled, and the eye-catching white Arabic numerals on the side of the M42 helmets explained the uniqueness of this unit: "1". This 1 represents the strongest combat power of Ailan Hill, and this 1 represents that behind them is the great Majesty Chris.
"Clang, clang." Amid a chorus of commands, the heavy machine guns pulled by war horses were pushed to a place almost in the same row as the soldiers. Then, the carriages began to turn around, revealing the Maxim heavy machine gun with a steel shield on the rear bracket.
The assistant gunner connected the precious rubber tube to the water-cooled barrel, and the prepared cold water was poured into the barrel. With the sound of the bolt being pulled, each heavy machine gun was ready for battle.
On the other side, the Holy Demon Empire's cavalry had already begun their charge. This time, they were closer to the Ailan Hill Grenadiers , only about 300 meters away. As long as they rushed through this open plain, a great victory would be waiting for them.
"Attack!" With the order, the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire began their attack again. They had just replenished their magic power and increased their defense to the maximum, and then rushed towards the seemingly very weak Elanhill soldiers at twice the speed of ordinary cavalry.
"Fire!" In the army formation of Ailan Hill, the commander of the 1st Regiment, Walter, gave a cold order with an expressionless face. As he ordered, the soldiers of the 1st Regiment pointed their cold guns at the targets that kept approaching.
"Bang! Bang!" Without any hesitation, the heavy machine gun roared, and more dense bullets swept towards the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire. Countless bullets hit the armor of the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire, splashing a dazzling spark on it.
It was really like facing a tank. Chris saw the cavalrymen in the distance who were not afraid of bullets at all, and his heart was full of envy and admiration: If he could have such a troop, before tanks were developed, perhaps he could use tactics such as blitzkrieg.
Unfortunately, these expensive and powerful cavalry belonged to the enemy camp... This was really bad news, a regrettable news. For Chris, since he couldn't use them for his own use, he had to destroy them.
"Ah!" Another giant horse cavalryman of the Holy Demon Empire was shot down. When facing the machine gun, the giant horse cavalrymen who originally looked very strong finally began to fall in multiples. General Moss, who had already lost 300 cavalrymen, just did a random calculation and knew that this time he wanted to get close to those enemies who were constantly spewing flames, he would lose at least 1,000 people...
Three bullets hit General Moss almost at the same time. The bullets were bounced off by the magic defense and the arc of the armor, but General Moss felt the powerful force shaking his lungs.
He managed to suppress the uncomfortable feeling and whispered a prayer for what he desired most: "Victory!"
