Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0083 Falling
"Go to hell!" Almost at the same time, an anti-aircraft gunner from Ireland Hill aimed his anti-aircraft sight at the Holy Demon Empire cavalry who were rapidly approaching them not far away.
"I hope you can withstand this! Idiot!" After cursing loudly, he pulled the trigger, and then this 30mm caliber dual-purpose gun began its performance.
"Bang! Bang!" The seemingly slow firing rate and the unpleasant sound of continuous firing suddenly made the battlefield noisy. A cannonball hit the knight who was blocking its advance, and then tore the poor creature in its path to pieces.
Immediately after breaking the giant horse's neck, the cannonball broke the knight's body, then flew behind the knight, smashed the armor of another soldier, and pierced the knight's chest.
Then, with an indomitable momentum, the shell continued to fly forward, penetrated the body of the third knight, and shattered the knight's lungs. When he vomited blood and fell off the horse, a blood mist had already filled the air around him.
The second shell hit the crowd at this time, and it was also unstoppable. The blood of this knight splashed on the face of another knight, and the arm of another knight fell into the arms of his comrade behind him...
On both sides of the 1st Regiment's position, two 30mm anti-aircraft guns began to fire horizontally, demonstrating for the first time the terrifying attack power of this weapon against the ground. In World War II, horizontal anti-aircraft guns had become a disaster for infantry and tank soldiers on the battlefield. In this other world, horizontal anti-aircraft guns also brought an indelible nightmare to the magic cavalry.
The crossfire began to reap the lives of countless magic cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire. Those giant horse cavalry who were about to crash into a group of positions fell down one after another on their way forward.
The battlefield once again turned into a complete massacre, but this time, the ones who began to crazily kill their opponents were not the high-ranking knights of the Magic Empire, but the soldiers of the Mortal Empire who mastered advanced weapons technology.
"Bullets!" After using up the belt of 100 bullets, a machine gunner turned his head and shouted hysterically to his assistant gunner. The enemy was already in front of him, and he had to fire his bullets against every second.
Next to him, the assistant gunner had already put a brand new belt of ammunition into the gun and fastened the cover. After completing a series of loading actions, the assistant gunner almost shouted hysterically at the same time: "Loading completed!"
"Hua La!" Pulling the bolt, the shooter once again aimed the muzzle of the machine gun at the Holy Demon Empire cavalry that had been somewhat damaged by the artillery fire. Without hesitation, he pulled his trigger, and his muzzle once again spewed out flames.
"Bang! Bang!" Dense bullets rushed towards the enemy, leaving a trail of fire and blood on their bodies. Through the gap in his sight, he could clearly see the enemies falling one after another in the rain of bullets.
General Moss felt that his breathing was becoming difficult. He saw the knights in front of him falling one after another on the road ahead. He saw the knights beside him being torn into pieces one after another in the bloody storm.
Perhaps his casualties had exceeded 1,000? Perhaps, they had already reached 1,500? General Moss, who did not dare to look at how many knights were left, had only one thought in mind: to rush into the enemy's position as quickly as possible.
In the past, he longed to charge into the enemy's position because he longed for victory after victory, longed for the kind of great victory that could stimulate his nerves. But this time was different, he longed to charge into the enemy's position because he knew that only in this way could he survive.
This was a ridiculous cause and effect relationship, but General Moss found that he couldn't laugh at all. He didn't know when the enemy in front of him became invincible, and the tiny figures of mortals became tall like giants at this moment.
There seemed to be an invisible wall on his way forward. Those Holy Demon Empire knights who hit this wall would be bloody and shattered. No matter how brave and powerful they were, they became fragile and insignificant in front of this insurmountable wall.
"When was the last time I felt so powerless that I couldn't defeat my opponent?" General Moss asked himself bitterly, but no one gave him the answer. He had been in the east for too long, and it seemed that even his courage had been worn out...
"For the Holy Demon Empire! Forward!" Using all his strength, Moss shouted loudly in the center of the cavalry to encourage the soldiers to move forward. This might be the first time in hundreds of years that the troops of the Magic Empire needed encouragement to continue to face the mortal army.
"Long live the Holy Demon Empire!" As if they were self-hypnotizing, the giant horse knights of the Holy Demon Empire also shouted along, as if only this could give them the courage to continue to attack the enemy positions that were constantly spewing flames.
Unfortunately, under the cutting of steel, their courage became less and less, becoming as fragile as their flesh and blood. Under the attack of Ailan Hill's heavy machine guns and anti-aircraft guns, the mighty cavalry team became less and less.
"The dragon knights haven't been dispatched yet? This is... really strange." Looking at the Magic Empire cavalry that was on the verge of collapse on the front battlefield, Chris frowned and muttered in confusion.
He didn't expect that the Holy Demon Empire didn't send out the few remaining dragon knight troops until the very end. According to his idea, while the cavalry was charging, those terrible air forces should have joined the battlefield.
After all, this was almost a typical blitzkrieg tactic, using bombers to clear the way while the "tank" troops advanced - unfortunately the enemy did not cause him such serious trouble, they attacked separately and did not join the battlefield at the same time.
"Perhaps, their dragon knights have already left..." Wilkes put down the telescope and looked at his monarch: "Your Majesty, we have already won the front battlefield."
As he spoke, about half of the 3,000 giant horse cavalrymen of the Holy Demon Empire had fallen. This was absolutely a fatal blow to a cavalry team, because the remaining troops were completely unable to continue to attack.
The cavalrymen's formation was disrupted, and they didn't know how to face the corpses of their comrades and the countless blood. They had lost their fighting spirit and even the courage to continue charging forward.
Some soldiers wanted to turn their horses and retreat, some soldiers wanted to stop and wait for orders, some soldiers had been shot through the body, and some soldiers were helplessly following their commanders to continue charging.
The cavalry units that rushed through the crossfire were no longer a black mass, but had been fragmented into several small units that were no longer continuous. These units posed no threat to the Elanhill Grenadiers.
General Moss wanted to stabilize his troops and try harder towards victory. He rode his giant horse and kept approaching the enemy position in front of him. He even prepared magic. As long as he got closer by more than ten meters, he could release a fireball and destroy the machine gun position in front of him.
"Closer! Closer!" Seeing that the target was already within his range, he felt the horse under his crotch suddenly lose its strength. He fell forward due to inertia, and in front of him, the adjutant who had been blocking him fell down at the same time, covered in blood.
The shell penetrated the adjutant's body and also hit the giant horse under General Morse's crotch. General Morse had no time to think. He rolled on the spot the moment he fell to the ground, and at the same time threw away the broken lance and drew the sword from his waist.
He crashed into the corpse of the adjutant's horse, stood up unharmed, and then took his own steps towards the nearby Elanhill grenadiers. His armor had turned gray, and he had begun to pant. After losing the support of the giant horse, the heavy armor became a burden for General Moss.
So his steps were a little staggering, his body was no longer agile, and while he was preparing his magic, he was hit by countless bullets. The flaming sword could only be used as a crutch on the ground. General Moss wanted to stand firm but found that his body no longer obeyed his command.
He looked down at the large and small holes on his chest, and when he opened his mouth, he could only spit out blood. His knees were already on the ground, and his body leaned forward involuntarily. When General Moss's face hit the ground, he could only see the mud in front of him, which was gradually stained red by his own blood.
When Ailan Hill's heavy machine guns and anti-aircraft guns stopped to cool their barrels, the Holy Demon Empire cavalry on the front had turned into a sea of corpses and blood... The scattered knights who had lost their horses struggled to stand up from the ground, looking so helpless and confused.
"Clang!" Walter, the commander of the 1st Regiment, drew out his sword and pointed it in the direction of the 13th Regiment's position: "1st Regiment! Forward!"
"Clang!" Following his order, the officers drew their swords, and the phalanx of the 1st Regiment began to move forward slowly to the accompaniment of drum beats. The densely packed bayonets formed a forest, a sharp and deadly forest.
"Revenge for the brothers of the 13th Regiment! In this battle, we don't want any prisoners!" The sharp forest moved downward in an orderly manner amid the shouting, and then stabbed at the giant horses that were still neighing on the ground, as well as the knights of the Holy Demon Empire who were still trying to struggle.
