Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0084 More Ammunition
"Damn it! The Holy Demon Empire's cavalry has already broken through our defenses. Why are these remaining remnants so hard to deal with?" Wiping the smoke off his face, General Zorn questioned his men in frustration, sword in hand.
Just now, his 1,000-man defense collapsed in front of the defense line of the 13th Regiment of Ailan Hill. The enemy seemed to have endless ammunition and did not seem to know what fear was.
"Again! Let another phalanx move forward and charge! If we don't kill this army today, we Alantes will be destroyed!" Pointing his sword at the King of Elanhill's flag that was still flying in the distance, General Zorn shouted hysterically.
At his shout, more soldiers of the Alante Empire rushed to the front line, attacking the defense line of the 13th Regiment of Elanhill, which had been disrupted and was on the verge of collapse but had never been completely broken.
"Bang!" Another bullet was fired at the Alante soldier rushing over. The Elanhill grenadiers, who had already felt somewhat numb, regained the feeling of shooting at a target.
He had just seen the brother troops on the flank being penetrated by those terrifying cavalry, and even felt an inexplicable fear, but the subsequent battle once again became familiar to him, which made his hanging heart fall back to its original place.
The battle in front of them was no longer so thrilling. The enemies 300 meters away could not get close at all, as they would be shot through and piled up there. Now the area was almost built into a wall of flesh, a hill made entirely of corpses.
Behind this wall of piled up corpses were Alante soldiers climbing up continuously. On the other side of this wall was a long slope formed by Alante soldiers falling down.
All the Alante soldiers were struggling to move forward on the corpses. They took difficult steps one by one, and then were hit by bullets and fell on the corpses, becoming a kind of quagmire-like obstacle that prevented their comrades behind them from moving forward.
At least 3,000 soldiers fell on the way to the attack, and some soldiers were killed by artillery shells when launching the attack. In the face of heavy losses, only death squads like the Royal Guards could continue fighting.
Even so, the soldiers of the Alante Empire were unable to shake the already incomplete front of the Elanhill troops. They were also beaten back from the flank and ended up leaving more corpses behind.
Up to now in the battle, these Alante troops still don't know whether the Holy Demon Empire cavalry that rushed into the Elanhill formation has already slaughtered Elanhill's center and rear troops. They are waiting, waiting for the Holy Demon Empire cavalry to turn around and charge back, so that they can help them defeat these stubborn Elanhill grenadiers in front of them.
"What's going on? If those Holy Demon Empire cavalrymen have succeeded, why haven't they fought back yet?" Zorn, who was already a little desperate, was unable to convince himself and could only turn around and ask the officer beside him.
"Sir, how long has it been... Maybe, maybe, they have already broken through the formation of the Elanhill troops and reached the rear?" The officer made up an excuse to fool his commander.
He knew that his coach had lost his composure and could no longer judge the situation. Now he could only do his best and wait for fate to happen, or face a terrible defeat.
"What on earth happened? Where are those magic cavalry from the Holy Demon Empire who rushed into the formation? Why haven't they fought back ? Why haven't they fought back?" After just a few seconds, Zorn lost his patience again and questioned the adjutant beside him again.
The poor officer could only continue to comfort his commander, saying, "General! Don't worry, no mortal can stop the cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire, right? There is nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about!"
Before this war, no mortal could fight against the hordes of dragon knights? What was the result? Aren't the dragon heads of those dragon knights still hanging on the top of Maritsa City? General Zorn cursed in his heart, but did not refute his subordinate officers.
He was just worried about the current battle situation. He was just afraid that the knights would not turn back. Even if he was only facing a crippled 13th Regiment, he would not be able to eat this piece of fat meat in his mouth.
In other words, this piece of delicious-looking fat meat was not fat meat to Alante, but a piece of steel plate, a hot steel plate full of spikes! If he bit it, not only would he lose a few teeth, but he would even lose his life.
Once again, Zorn asked the same question over and over again: "Why didn't the Holy Demon Empire's cavalry turn back? Can you send someone to contact them? Send someone to see what happened?"
Just when Zorn was about to collapse, a general came running over and brought him good news that boosted his spirits: "Sir! General! The enemy's gunfire has become less frequent! The enemy's gunfire has become weaker!"
After losing tens of thousands of people, the Alante army finally used the lives of its soldiers to exchange for most of the ammunition carried by the 13th Regiment of Ailan Hill. Now that the enemy no longer has any decent long-range killing weapons, it is the turn of the Alante Empire's soldiers to perform.
"Attack! Attack! All troops, press forward!" Zorn finally calmed down after hearing the good news. He laughed and issued the order for a general attack, even pushing his reserve troops to the front line.
"We're running out of ammunition!" An officer with a stained face held his sword, stood in front of the commander of the 13th Regiment and reported: "Two more rounds, and we'll only have grenades and bayonets."
"Let the enemy get any closer! Prepare grenades! Everyone in the regiment should put on bayonets! We must hold on until the last moment! For Ireland Hill!" The regiment commander drew the long sword from his waist and gave the order to continue fighting.
Behind him, the black flag of the King of Elanhill was still fluttering in the wind, as if to prove something.
"Long live Ailan Hill!" All the soldiers drew their bayonets and mounted them on their rifles, then roared in unison. They stared at the approaching Alante soldiers from a distance, their eyes full of disdain.
"Prepare for battle!" The officers shouted out orders one after another, and the soldiers in the first row had already pulled out the grenades on their chests. Listening to the dull drumbeats coming from the opposite side, they were ready to fight to the last moment.
"Alante will win!" In the distance, the Alante troops, who had deployed more soldiers to join the attack, also shouted to encourage morale. They had more people and their shouts were more powerful. They had been suppressed all along, and it seemed that they were using this method to vent their anger.
"This is not a solution...If the enemy advances to the distance of a grenade battle, their archers will come into play." A company commander frowned as he looked at the approaching enemy army and muttered uneasily.
In fact, everyone knew what would be the outcome if they allowed so many enemies to approach - not to mention the deadly bows and arrows, even in terms of close combat capabilities, the Elanhill grenadiers, who only knew the three-pronged axe and bayonet tactics, were far from being a match for the traditional soldiers of the Alante army.
As long as the battle was close, the loss ratio would be reversed immediately. It would take about two or three Ailan Hill grenadiers to replace one heavy infantryman of the Alante Empire. In just a few dozen minutes, the entire 13th Regiment could be overwhelmed by the Alante troops.
The next second, behind the 13th Regiment of Ailan Hill, a row of soldiers in full formation climbed up the hill with bayonets raised high. There were lively drum beats behind them, and blood was still stained on their bayonets.
The soldiers marched forward in unison, forming a Great Wall with their bodies. Behind them were heavy machine guns pulled by war horses and 30mm anti-aircraft guns with their barrels raised high.
"Long live Ailan Hill!" Not only the soldiers of the 1st Regiment, but also the 3rd Regiment launched a counterattack accompanied by drumbeats. These mortals stepped over the corpses of the magic cavalry, killed all the wounded of the Holy Demon Empire, and finally reached the defense line guarded by the 13th Regiment.
"Do you need help?" Riding on a warhorse, the commander of the 1st Regiment, Walter, smiled and asked the commander of the 13th Regiment standing under the flagpole of the king's flag: "My troops just happened to pass by and saw that you were in trouble."
“Hahaha.” The commander of the 13th Regiment grinned and looked up at the commander of the 1st Regiment, Walter, and laughed: “You came at the right time. Leave the ammunition behind and go. We are not tired yet. We can still fight all day long.”
Walter nodded: "General Wilkes ordered you to withdraw and rest. Leave the rest to us!"
"Okay!" The commander of the 13th Regiment nodded with a smile. He had just seen the battle situation behind him and knew that the 1st and 3rd Regiments would soon approach . This was the main reason why he insisted on not retreating.
Now, the battlefield was handed over to the 1st and 3rd Regiments. He could finally take a break: "Hit hard! Let these Alante bastards know what real combat is."
"They will know. Believe me, they will know." Walter looked at the heavy machine gun carriage passing by him and said as a matter of course: "I guarantee that this battle will be unforgettable for them!"
After finally climbing up to the high ground where corpses were piled, General Zorn happened to see the soldiers of the 1st and 13th regiments changing positions. The battlefield, which had been quiet due to the depletion of ammunition, suddenly became noisy again.
The sound of the gunfire that represented the god of death rang out again, echoing across the wilderness. Then more Elanhill soldiers raised their weapons, and the heavy machine guns began to roar. A hail of bullets blocked the way of the Alante soldiers, and everything seemed to have returned to the way it was a few dozen minutes ago.
What’s even more terrifying is that this time the enemy has heavy machine guns, more soldiers, more Mauser 98K rifles, and more and more ammunition…
