Chapter 1372 The Battle of Ruman (2, ask for a monthly ticket)
Kike, a machine gunner of the 1st Battalion of the Skeleton Division of the Security Army, Smit stared fiercely at the Semitic soldiers in front of the position, and shook the handle of the machine gun steadily and slowly with his right hand.
At the same time, I kept shouting to myself: "Calm down, calm down."
At the beginning of their training, their instructors had repeatedly warned them: impatience is the enemy of machine gunners.
Countless facts during training have also proven that being too excited will cause the handle to be shaken at an excessive speed, and the machine gun to rotate too fast will cause it to jam.
Every time at this time, the instructors would rush over very fiercely and use their steel-toed military boots to kick the unlucky guy's ass without hesitation.
They used so much force that they even kicked the shit out of the unlucky guy.
After enduring countless ravages and tortures, calmness has become the basic quality of every machine gunner in the security army.
Accompanied by a uniform "click" sound, streaks of orange flames spurted out from the rotating barrel, and particle bullets flew out of the flames at the muzzle, like raindrops, splashing onto dozens of people.
Semitic soldiers meters away.
Yellow bullet casings flew out from the right side of the machine gun like running water and fell to the ground, rolling and hitting each other, making a clanking sound.
Although it had only been a few minutes, bullet casings were already piled on the ground beside Kike's feet.
Opposite him, under the command of rigid-minded officers, the Semitic soldiers were still in their usual dense formation.
They did not realize that with a dozen machine guns firing at a high rate of 400 rounds per minute, there was no difference between charging like this and committing suicide.
Under the continuous fire of machine guns, the Semitic soldiers rushing in front fell down row by row like weeds under a giant scythe.
In an instant, a thick layer of corpses had fallen on the front position.
Machine gunner Kike sneered and said sarcastically: "A bunch of idiots~!"
The deputy Weir next to him was flushed with excitement at this moment, shouting excitedly: "Kill, kill~!"
Waving his fists, he jumped and screamed in the bunker.
Looking at his appearance from the corner of his eye, Kick couldn't help but sigh: This is another stupid 13.
Sure enough, nothing in the world is perfect.
But this is not surprising.
Although the security forces are all elite divisions, in order to cope with this sudden war, the Nai'an Corps acted as firefighters, putting out fires everywhere.
This also caused the entire army to be in disarray.
The Thunder God Brigade was abandoned in Weizi City. Although it successfully blocked the gap and delayed the enemy's actions, the entire brigade was trapped there and unable to escape.
The most elite and mysterious Eagle Master was brought to Fantino by Lord Luo to fight the enemy on the Western Front.
Under this situation, in order to cope with the war and to unleash their powerful combat power, the Skeleton Division and the Banner Guard Division had to expand temporarily.
The weapon issue is easily solved.
With Nai'an's strong war mobilization capabilities and factory assembly line operations, it can easily produce enough weapons. There is even a lot of inventory accumulated in the warehouse of the Flying Eagle Arms Company.
But...but the personnel problem is not so easy to solve.
Soldiers in the security army need a certain amount of knowledge. At the very least, they must know the three points and one line, and be able to write their names and so on.
You don't just pick up a small rope. Go around the countryside, tie a small rope to a young and strong dead civilian when you see him, and go to the army to top up your salary. Priority is given to veterans with war experience.
But in order to cobble together enough manpower, they could only temporarily select some new recruits. After a hasty training, they were filled into less important positions. Just like the loader next to Kike now.
His former second-in-command had become a machine gunner for another group.
Use this method of veterans leading new recruits to train them on the battlefield. As long as they don't die, they will soon grow up and become the backbone of the army.
At this time, the rotating machine gun suddenly made a clicking mechanical sound - the bullets in the magazine were empty.
"Change bullets, change bullets quickly~!" Machine Gunner Kick shouted to his deputy.
Weir immediately took out the full long magazine from the box and inserted it into the machine gun with trembling hands.
But he seemed to be so excited that his hands kept shaking, and the magazine kept sliding past the interface. Kick looked at it with a black line on his forehead and cursed: "Hurry up, you idiot, the enemy is going to charge."
Come on, hell, how did you graduate from training camp?"
The shouts of the Semitic soldiers outside became louder, obviously they were charging closer.
There were even a few crooked arrows in the sky, which were heroic Semitic soldiers. Although the humans had powerful firepower, there were still some of them who heroically broke through the fire front, rushed into the range of the bows and arrows, and used the crude weapons in their hands.
Weapons, shooting at the humans.
A stray arrow passed by Kike's side and was nailed to the wooden box next to him.
Will suddenly became more nervous. On this cold winter morning, he was sweating. He tried hard to control his hands, and the expression on his face seemed like he was about to cry.
Finally, there was a "click" and the magazine was inserted into the feed port.
Machine gunner Kike glared at Weir fiercely, immediately shook the handle and shot at the Semites in front of him.
During these few seconds of pause, a group of Semitic soldiers took advantage of the gap in the fire net and rushed over. They roared and rushed towards the trench, and they were about to pounce on them in a few seconds.
Kike's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty red, like wild beasts.
At this time, a row of dozens of rifles poked out from the trench. The security soldiers wearing round helmets picked up their rifles, put their eyes behind the crosshair, aimed at the Semites who had rushed through the machine gun fire net, and pulled the trigger.
Under the powerful recoil, the security soldier's shoulders swayed, and a cloud of white smoke erupted from the muzzle of the gun.
At the same time as the gunfire rang out, the Semitic soldiers also fell down.
Although it only uses a paper-shell egg rifle, its range is very limited and its performance is inferior to the weapons used by the Eagle Division. However, it is enough to fill the loopholes of the machine gun.
And it is so powerful that as long as it hits the human body, it will cause death or disability.
This is a typical tactic of the Flying Eagle Group's security forces, because they possess advanced weapons that transcend the times.
In this system, each company of the security army is supported by machine gun fire points, and riflemen cover the machine gun positions, because there are always a few lucky guys who can escape the machine gun fire.
Each soldier is equipped with several grenades, and the team also includes precision shooters who specialize in shooting high-value targets, and close-range firemen armed with shotguns.
In front of the iron wall made of bullets by the soldiers of the Skeleton Division, the attacking Lightning Division fell hundreds of corpses within a few minutes.
However, instead of reducing the number of Semites who came to kill them, they became more numerous. The main force of the Lightning Division rushed forward.
"Chirp~!"
At this time, a scream with a long tail sounded, flying over the head of the skeleton master.
Semitic soldiers are very familiar with this sound, and it can even be said that it is unforgettable. It is the sound of flying cannonballs fired by the Ruman people.
The dizzy Semitic soldiers who had already been bombed under the city of Vizi immediately fled in all directions.
The artillery shell exploded accurately in the middle of the attacking Thunderbolt Division. Several unlucky people were blown away by the artillery shell.
After the school shooting, there was a continuous scream, and violent explosions formed a wall of fire among the Semitic soldiers, swallowing up the indescribable Thunder and Flash soldiers.
The attacking Thunderbolt soldiers were awakened by artillery blasts, and they suddenly realized that the enemy they were facing also had such powerful weapons as artillery.
The sound of retreat sounded from behind. This Thunderbolt Division rushed forward happily, and then quickly ran back in despair, leaving countless corpses in front of the position.
After seeing the enemy flee, the officer of the Skeleton Division immediately shouted: "Check weapons, replenish ammunition. Report casualties~!"
The officers and soldiers of the Skeleton Division all know that this is just the beginning of this war. More intense battles are still waiting for them.
Then the information from each position was gathered together, and then summarized to the rear headquarters through the field communication system.
Grand Duke Julius stood in front of the map with his hands behind his back, looking at the marks on the map calmly.
The phones in this semi-underground headquarters were ringing one after another, and the staff officers shouted loudly into the microphone, and then accurately marked the movements of each forward position on the map.
The Grand Duke calmly directed the troops on the front line to retreat or move.
Through the field communication system, orders were quickly conveyed to various units at the front.
Thanks to their flexible maneuvers, the attacking Semitic army was either pushed back by strong firepower, or jumped into a trap actively laid by the Rumans, was besieged from three sides, and quickly collapsed.
It can be clearly seen from this large map that with Ruman City as the center, five annular defense lines surround Ruman City, starting from the North Station to the bottom of Ruman City, with a depth of fifty miles.
In this circular defense circle, two divisions of the Security Army, various units of the Eastern Army and artillery units were dotted around.
The maze-like defense circle was opening a large net, waiting for the Semitic army to jump in.
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Van Nelen, the division commander of the Thunder Flash Division, has been directing his division's battle from the rear, observing the Ruman positions through exquisite telescopes.
While playing with the beautiful telescope, he sneered secretly in his heart and thought: When Lorraine sold this kind of thing to the Semitic people, he must not have thought that these would be used to beat him, right?
Human beings are like this. They can build exquisite telescopes, but they don't have the guts to fight with them head-on.
Seeing the soldiers rushing forward like little wolf cubs, howling and screaming, the commander of the division Van Nelen smiled, waiting to see the Rumans escaping from the position.
But when the artillery shells exploded among the Thunderbolt soldiers, Van Nelen's heart thumped and he blurted out: "Oops~!"
The battle under Vezi City left a deep impression on him. Human artillery is a terrifying weapon, especially when hundreds of artillery fire at the same time, the scene of overwhelming explosions is unforgettable for the Semitic people.
Seeing his soldiers struggling under the fierce artillery fire and running around in panic, Division Commander Van Nellen was so angry that he dropped his precious binoculars.
He didn't expect that the Ruman people actually...actually deployed cannons in this place. The intelligence clearly showed that the Ruman people sent all the artillery to Weizi City, and there were no such weapons in Ruman City.
Where did these cannons come from?
But after the fall, he could only grit his teeth and face reality. Helplessly, he ordered all the troops to withdraw. If he hesitated for a second, he would lose dozens more people.
The battle in Weizi City has proved that charging with artillery is a very foolish behavior. No matter how fast the soldiers run, they cannot escape the tracking of the artillery shells.
The soldiers of this division were his lifeblood. Without soldiers in his hands, how could he make Orlandini take him seriously?
Seeing the soldiers fleeing back in despair, Commander Van Nellen angrily walked into the crowd and found the officers in the crowd. He cursed and said angrily: "What's going on? The enemy obviously doesn't have many people. You
Why can't you rush forward?"
The regiment leader was also feeling very aggrieved and was too angry to set off. If he hadn't stayed behind cautiously just now, he might have been turned into pieces in the artillery fire.
As soon as the artillery fired, he was the first to turn around and run back.
"No one told me that the Rumans still have cannons." The regiment leader said as calmly as possible, but his anger was revealed in his tone. Before attacking the Rumans, Orlandini said it well, and he didn't know the truth about the Ruman people.
It was clear that the army on the opposite side was not even half their size.
But such an important weapon as artillery was not mentioned above.
Van Nelen had a sullen face and asked accusingly: "Before the cannon fired, I saw that the forward was only a few dozen meters away from the Ruman people. Why didn't I rush forward in one go?"
"General Qi, the enemy has a strange weapon that can shoot out bows and arrows non-stop. All the people we rushed towards were killed by them."
Van Nealen frowned and asked doubtfully: "Weird weapon?"
If the Semitic soldiers on the Western Front were here, they would definitely laugh at them first and then tell them that the weapon of the Ruman people is called a machine gun, and it shoots not bows and arrows, but small bullets.
Maybe also tell them that the Rumans not only have machine guns, but also rifles and shotguns.
The only feasible way to deal with this kind of weapon is to lie down on the ground, so that it is difficult for machine guns firing in a straight line to hit them.
But none of the Semitic generals on the Western Front thought of friendly reminders to their compatriots who were still fighting on the Northern Front to be careful of human machine guns and to lie down and dodge when the gunshots fired.
Maybe someone thought of it, but deliberately chose not to say it, waiting to see Orlandini's joke.
The Semitic generals who came from different tribes all had their own little calculations in mind. They would not look at the devil's face and take the initiative to give their colleagues a hand.
If the high priest hadn't been watching, he might have started to add insult to injury long ago.
Why do I lose the battle and you win the battle?
How can I get along in front of others from now on?
Only when everyone loses the battle and falls into the cesspool, there will be balance, and no one will laugh at anyone else.
On the western front, the army is composed purely of Lingshan people, while on the northern front, it is a mixture of multiple tribes, with Leishan people accounting for half of it.
From the perspective of Lingshan people, why should Lingshan inform Leishan people about the lessons learned from his life?
Doing so is simply treachery.
Don’t we all say that ‘war is the best teacher’?
Then they will eventually understand the truth - they will understand it after they die too many times.
Even though the battle for Fantino on the Western Front has ended, Orlandini in the north still does not know the various firearms possessed by the Rumans.
Therefore, Lei Shan's soldiers didn't know what weapon defeated them, and Van Nelen didn't know what to do. The regimental leader's description of this weapon made him very confused.
Just as the commander of the Vanelen Division was asking the commander for detailed information about the weapons of the Rumans, a burst of noise came from the rear. Orlandini, surrounded by guards, came to the Lightning Division.
Van Nelen hurriedly stepped forward to salute and shouted: "See you, Marshal~!"
Orlandini glared at him, with an ugly expression on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Vanelen, why can't you even take down a small town?
The scout told me that there were only a few hundred Rumans in that town."
Van Nealen glanced at the group leader behind him and thought to himself: You'd better tell the truth.
Then he said in a deep voice: "Commander Qi, the Ruman people have artillery and a very powerful new weapon. One of them is equivalent to hundreds of archers. My men were shot to death before they could get close."
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"It's equivalent to hundreds of archers," Orlandini looked at him as if he were a fool and said, "Are you kidding me?"
"It's absolutely true." Van Nellen said anxiously.
"General Vanelen," Orlandini squinted and stared at him with a serious expression, "Listen to me, your story is very good, but it doesn't convince me.
I’ll give you another chance to win the damn inn in front of you. If you can’t do it, I’ll replace it with someone else~!”
Fan Neilun gritted his teeth secretly, with a helpless expression on his face, and cursed in his heart, I know that you, an old guy, are vicious and always want to find an opportunity to kill me. Just wait, even if I fight all the troops in this division, I won't be able to do it.
Leave it to you.
Then he turned around and shouted loudly: "You have all heard it. The commander-in-chief has given orders to seize the post station in front of me and charge forward. If anyone dares to retreat, I will kill him!"
The urgent military bugle sound suddenly sounded.
The soldiers who had just withdrawn from the battlefield were still in shock, but they had to line up again under the beatings and swords of the officers.
In order to keep his position, General Van Nellen did not hesitate to suppress most of the division.
Officers at all levels waved their sabers and shouted fiercely at the front of the team to boost morale.
"The great devil is watching us from the sky."
"Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed~!"
"Only the bravest survive on the battlefield."
"Semitic warriors are invulnerable to swords." (Something seems strange.)
"..."
At the same time, many soldiers carried boxes of gold coins up, then drew their swords and chopped them open, leaving the gold coins flowing on the ground.
"The general has ordered that whoever enters the city first will be rewarded a thousand dollars."
"If you get one of the enemy's heads, the reward will be five hundred."
"Brothers, rush into Ruman City and don't seal the sword for three days."
"Robbing money, stuff, and women..."
"It's time for everyone to get rich."
"..."
After a while, the various sounds suddenly stopped.
Van Nelen drew out his saber and slashed hard in the distance.
Immediately afterwards, a bugle sounded.
The Semitic camp suddenly erupted in excitement.
The soldiers shouted loudly and rushed towards the Ruman position like a tide.
The sharp whistling sound of artillery shells soon sounded, and the explosions lit up the crowd of charging soldiers.
These Thunderbolt soldiers continued to run wildly with artillery fire on their heads. As long as they approached the Ruman position, they did not dare to fire any more artillery shells.
More than a hundred meters away from the trench, the crisp "tap-tat" came again.
Orlandini clearly saw from the rear that a stream of flames shot out from the tomb-like bunker in the trench, and the soldiers in front immediately fell down. As Van Nelen said, the Rumans in the bunker undoubtedly had
A powerful weapon.
In just a few minutes, the corpses of Thunderbolt soldiers fell in front of the Ruman position.
He put down the telescope and frowned, hesitated for a moment, turned around and said to the black-robed lich behind him: "Please inform His Majesty, I need weapons that can deal with humans."
The Lich nodded and said with a cruel laugh in his hoarse voice: "You will get them." Then he turned and left.
Although the Thunderbolt soldiers advanced dozens of meters more than the last time and almost touched the Ruman trenches, this attack was eventually repelled by the Ruman people with strong firepower.
A small inn with only a few hundred soldiers blocked the Semitic march towards Ruman City. The same thing happened on the entire front.
The Semites fought hard all day long, but failed to break through the first defensive circle set up by Archbishop Julian.
The next day, just when all the Ruman officers and soldiers thought that a more intense battle was coming and were ready, the Semitic tribe suddenly fell silent.
In the evening, a group of black war fortresses appeared in the sky, and then landed directly behind the Semitic army.