The howling of the light cannon may be overwhelmed by the drum beats, and the roar of the mortar cannon may be confused with the gunshots.

However, nothing can cover the roar of heavy artillery, the sound of war drums, the sound of war trumpets, the shouts of horse hooves....

Therefore, as soon as he heard the thunder from the other side, Colonel Skur immediately woke up: Saner and Chloe dragged the city defense cannons of Maple Leaf Fort onto the battlefield. Previously, whether it was creating smoke screens or attacking River Valley Village, they were aimed at covering the installation of heavy artillery.

The deafening thunder sounded eight times in succession, just like the gods throwing eight giant hammers to the earth.

"Eight Gates." Colonel Skur thought to himself while comforting the restless war horses: "Did Saner bring out all the heavy artillery from Maple Leaf Fort? Or did the King Fort transport him from the water?"

Colonel Skur still had many questions in his mind, but it was obviously not a good time to think about them.

Because the huge noise of heavy artillery fire was already spreading panic and uneasy in the soldiers of Leiqun County and Bianjiang County.

Moreover, because the source of the noise was so close to you - eight roars rushed down the hills on the east bank, rolling through the bloodless river, and hitting the chests of the soldiers under Skur one after another.

The thirty-two-pound bronze cannons deployed on the hills of the east coast were all stupid and heavy old guys, about the same age as the fathers of most soldiers, and several of them even served under Marshal Ned.

After the end of the sovereign war, they enjoyed twenty-nine years of peace in Maple Leaf Fort. Apart from going to the square to set off a few rounds of salutes every year on Victory Day, they almost never leave the dark and cold armory underground of Maple Leaf Fort.

People regard these old antiques as relics of the previous era, but when they roar again, all the creatures on the battlefield will still tremble involuntarily.

After eight shootings ended, the cannons temporarily quieted down. Scattered gunshots in the direction of the Hakaya Village also disappeared, and the battlefield fell into a strange silence.

The new recruits from Bianjiang County and Leiqun County were still looking around in shock, and the veterans were already praying desperately that the shells would not fall on them.

The emergence of cannons turned the battle into a roulette, and courage, skills, and armor had no meaning in front of shells. To some extent, this uncertain risk of death felt more tormenting than the battle of real swords and guns.

Skur ran along the front line of the coalition left wing. He confirmed that the left wing formations did not suffer any casualties in the shelling just now, but he also observed the bad impact of the shelling on morale.

Colonel Skur knew very well that no matter how much training the new recruits in Leiqun County and Bianjiang County had received, they did not have the courage to face the shells, nor had the will tolerate enough to ignore the flesh-and-blooded comrades flying everywhere.

The smoke screen persistently refused to disperse, and still covered the battlefield. The colonel could only hear the shouts and shouts from the hills on the other side - the enemy gunners were busy preparing for the next round of shooting.

After judging the latest enemy situation, Colonel Skur made a decision.

He quickly summoned the commanders of the brigades and issued an order: "We cannot be exposed to enemy artillery fire just like this. The entire army immediately turned - all the formations retreated west one after another. The city defense cannons in Maple Leaf Fort are all old cannons, and we have at least five minutes."

"Yes...wait, what did you say?" The shocked adjutant even forgot the relationship between superiors and subordinates. He asked in disbelief: "Retreat? The puppet government troops bombarded Hegu Village!"

Facing the eyes of the six captains under his command, Colonel Skur pointed at the smoke-filled east coast: "That's because they can't find other targets for the time being. All signs indicate that the enemy's heavy artillery is on the hills on the other side - directly in front of us. Once the smoke screen dissipates, the heavy artillery will turn its guns and bombard us."

Because the left wing of the coalition forces included both the troops of Leiqun County and the troops of Bianjiang County, Colonel Skur's adjutant was Captain Sakashich of Bianjiang County.

Captain Sakashich was very arrogant and never obeyed Skur like the officers of Leiqun County. He retorted tit-for-tat: "But the order given to us by Colonel Bode is to stick to the river bank! No enemy troops can cross the river in an established manner!"

"The enemy situation has changed, and the deployment must also change." Colonel Skur frowned and glanced at the other captains: "You can have questions, but you must execute my order first."

The captains of the team did not dare to delay any more, so they raised their hands to salute and rode their horses away.

Captain Sakashich dragged until the end, and when the other lieutenants left, he warned in angrily: "Col. If we give up the river bank, it would be equivalent to exposing the flanks of the River Valley Village to the puppet government forces!"

"The two evils are the least of the right ones." Skur replied coldly.

Sakasic could not refute this reason, so he made up his mind and offered to fight: "Please let me lead my troops across the river to fight!"

Skul glanced at the captain: "No."

"Why?" Sakashich was extremely sad and angry: "The enemy's heavy artillery is under our noses! We have a full chance to destroy them! Even seize them!"

"Don't underestimate Sanel!" Skul completely lost his patience, and he scolded sternly: "We have paid a heavy price just because we regard him as an incompetent person who is lucky to enter! Since he dares to put the cannons there, he is not afraid of you attacking!"

Colonel Skur pointed to the wheat fields that had just been harvested on the east coast: "Did you see that clearing land without any shelter? The enemy walked past it, and they were our targets. But when we stepped on it, it would become our slaughterhouse! If you want to die, then you can go to it yourself! No soldier can be wasted in this battle!"

Sakashich's face turned blue and white after being taught. He raised his hand to salute and left without saying a word.

I don’t know what special raw materials were used, but the smoke screen released by the Grand Parliament Army dissipated more slowly than the thick smoke produced by simply burning wet wood; it would not rush into the sky with the hot air, but would float on the surface for a long time and flow with the wind.

Therefore, it was not until the eight heavy artillery on the hills on the east bank completed the loading and shot a round of round bombs at the Hegu Village that the smoke covering the battlefield was so thin that it could blur the scene on the other side of the river.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Seeing this, the artillery commander of the Grand Parliament Army immediately ordered to reload the shotgun and turn the gun to aim directly west, just waiting for the left wing troops of the rebels to appear in their field of view.

However, when the east wind finally faded away the tulle covering the ground and exposed the deployment of the two armies without any concealment, the artillery commander of the Grand Parliament Army was surprised to find that the rebels' left wing formations had retreated at least half a kilometer.

The artillery commander of the Grand Parliamentary Army ordered the fire unwillingly. The walnut-sized shot put swept across the hillside, rivers and fields, scattered within a range of dozens of meters wide. In the end, only three or two unlucky guys were defeated, and the expected killing effect was not achieved at all.

The artillery commander of the Grand Parliament Army ordered the reload of round shells - although the enemy retreated half a kilometer, it still did not escape the effective range of heavy artillery.

However, the retreating rebels' left-wing troops began to change their formations, and the square formation gradually became thinner into rectangles, and the distance between the soldiers also increased. Obviously, the rebel commander was not ready to retreat. He retreated his troops to the edge of the effective range of heavy artillery, and made up his mind to use loose formations to fight the shelling.

Just as the artillery commander of the Grand Parliament Army could see the strategy of the rebel commander at a glance, the rebel commander seemed to know the ideas of the Grand Parliament Army.

Both sides are very clear about each other's tactics and ways of thinking, and are doing their best to use their understanding of the enemy to gain an advantage.

The artillery commander of the Grand Parliament Army walked to the cannon and tried to touch the cannon body.

With just three shots, the outer walls of the eight heavy cannons were so hot that they could fry eggs. Even with a layer of gloves, you could feel the huge heat stored in the thick bronze.

The gunners, originally affiliated with the Xinkendi Legion, were cooling the cannons. The entire bucket of rapeseed oil was poured into the muzzle, poured out after a while, and refilled the cool oil. The entire process required repeated raising of the cannon body, so that the gunners were sweating profusely and panting.

The eight heavy cannons in Maple Leaf Castle are all extremely difficult to serve old cannons. Although they are powerful, they are accompanied by many problems - cooling is just one of them.

Therefore, every shot opportunity is very valuable.

The artillery commander of the Grand Parliament Army looked at the left wing units of the rebels who had become loose in the distance. After a brief assessment of the possible killing effects, he decided not to waste the precious number of shots on itching to the enemy.

The battle flag was waving, and the sound of mountain torrents sounded at the same time across the east coast. The Grand Parliamentary Army, which arrived at the attacking position, launched a frontal offensive with the help of smoke screens.

The square arrays on the left and right wings began to advance towards the opposite bank, looking down from the top of the hillside, they looked like small light brown squares moving slowly on the ground.

Even the central phalanx, the Xinkendi Expeditionary Force, which was frustrated in the previous strong attack, were reorganizing the team and preparing for the next round of offensive.

"Adjust the orientation." The artillery commander of the Grand Parliament Army aimed at the small village on the high ground on the opposite bank: "Continue to bombard the rebels' central army."

Although the eight heavy artillery failed to cause a large amount of damage to the rebels' left wing, the successful forced the rebels to withdraw from the river's positions had reached the expected target. Compared with the rebels' left wing units at the edge of the effective range, the target is still close to the target - the defenders of the Hegu Village are better at fighting.

The artillery commander of the Grand Parliament Army personally checked the firing angle of each artillery, and at the same time he repeatedly said: "Please pay attention to me! No one is allowed to shoot the church. This is Colonel Saner's order! Go aim at the river bank and destroy their defense line!"

A moment later, the loaded heavy cannon fired again. The veterans who had served under Marshal Ned roared and shot thirty-two-pound iron balls. If they were not weapons, they might be heartbroken.

At the same time, on the bank north of the River Valley Village, Captain Sakashich looked at the cotton-like smoke from the hills on the opposite bank, and couldn't help but clench his fists.

Every time a muffled thunder sounded across the river, a piece of gravel and mud would fly up in the river valley village on the Captain's right hand. The farmers' houses fell down in groans, and thick smoke rose in the ruins.

There were also several thick branches-like things that were thrown into the sky and swirled to the ground. The captain had no time to identify them, but he felt that they were the broken limbs of human beings.

Next to Captain Sakashichi, more than 500 musketeers from various brigades crawled behind the field embankment along the coast, about one meter apart.

The field embankment where they are located is only more than one meter high, made of gravel and soil, and some low shrubs are planted on it to fix the soil.

This field embankment is not only a ridge used in the painting world, but also a low embankment to prevent river water from flooding in the rainy season. However, at this moment, it is mainly the chest wall of the musketeers in Leiqun County and Bianjiang County.

Captain Sakashich took off the bushes and watched the soldiers in light brown tops walk down the hillside in rows with drum beats.

The dense gun rod is like the air roots of a banyan tree, and the blade of the spear is shining in the sun. The military flag painted with a horse is extended from the helmet and the gun rod, and the flag bearer is protected in the center of the array.

Judging from the military flag, the troops attacking the left wing of the coalition forces came from the "Reorganized New Reclamation Legion", which was the men who originally belonged to General Adams.

Because Captain Sakashich used flags similar to their patterns, they were only slightly different in details.

Although he was unwilling to admit that Colonel Skur's judgment was accurate.

The enemy set up six infantry brigades in front of the artillery position, and cavalry were also arranged on both wings.

If Sakashi really made a desperate bet and crossed the river to attack the artillery position, then the wheat field that had just been harvested on the east bank would be his slaughterhouse.

But at this moment, it was not Sakashichi's subordinates who stepped into this killing zone, but the soldiers of the Great Parliamentary Army in light brown tops.

Taking advantage of the range advantage of artillery, the Grand Parliamentary Army successfully forced the left wing units of the "rebels" to withdraw from the river bank defense line. Seizing the fighter jets of the left wing units of the "rebels" retreated, the right wing formations of the Grand Parliamentary Army began to advance.

However, if the commander of the right wing of the Grand Parliament Army thought his enemy would give up the defense line, he must be not very familiar with Colonel Skur.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The ammunition has been loaded and the fuse has been hung. The musketeers from Leiqun County and Bianjiang County are ambushing behind the field embankments and bushes, unable to help but hold their breath.

"No order, no one is allowed to open the gunpowder pool! I will kill him if anyone fires randomly!" Sakasic lowered his voice and warned with fierce light. He pushed the musketeers on both sides: "Pause it down!"

At the same time, six square formations of the Grand Parliamentary Army were approaching the river bank.

The soldiers in light brown tops were arranged neatly, with steady steps and a majestic military appearance:

Soldiers holding long halberds walked at the front of the square formation, and soldiers carrying muskets were distributed at the four corners of the square formation. The spearmen in the first row were equipped with breastplate with iron skirts, and most of the soldiers in the back row also wore iron helmets.

But at about fifty meters away from the river bank, they suffered a head-on blow.

Sakasic aimed steadily at a sergeant in front of the square, and nimblely opened the gunpowder pool, pressed the firing pole without any mercy: "Let's fire! Kill them with their halberds! Kill them with their double-service soldiers!"

A wisp of white smoke overflowed from the field embankment, like a pot lid driven by water vapor. The sound of gunfire on the river bank was loud, and many brown-clothed soldiers in the front row fell down.

Sakashi had just finished shooting, and before he could confirm the results, he immediately took another comb-rope gun with ammunition loaded from the soldiers behind him.

When he pressed the stock again, he found that the sergeant Bai Ying who had just aimed was already sitting on the ground covering his chest. So he turned the gun and aimed at another "double-guard soldier" in the first row, calmly opened the medicine pool and pressed the firing rod.

The same is true for other musketeers, shooting one shot and another. Because their crawling posture makes it difficult for them to pour gunpowder into the barrel, they can only rely on their comrades behind them to help them load them.

After two rounds of shooting, the gunshots on the West Bank became sparse - the musketeers were busy loading.

The Grand Parliamentary Army had recovered from the brief panic of the attack, and the square formation at the end of the front continued to advance, trying to encircle the riverside defenders. At the same time, the musketeers from all the square formations in front quickly stepped forward and unfolded.

This time, it was the turn of dense gunfire sounds on the east coast.

Captain Sakashich was so pressed that he could not lift his head up for a moment. The lead hit the field embankment and the bushes, raising waves of dust, causing branches and leaves to fly.

The captain laughed and shouted at the subordinates behind the dike: "Where are those idiots aiming at? Branches? Mud? Men, we can play with them all day here!"

Having said that, the gunshots on the east coast are indeed more dense and rhythmic than on the west coast.
To be continued...