Chapter 1374: The Battle of Ruman (four, ask for a monthly ticket)
When the sun slowly rises from the east, the boundless darkness recedes toward the west like a tide. (144 Book! Courtyard No., pop-up window....
The north wind that had been howling all night gradually stopped, but at this time, the temperature was still below zero, freezing to the bone.
Under such low temperatures, the ground has long been frozen as hard as stone.
In front of the Semitic camp, thousands of soldiers took off their thick winter coats and were wearing only a single layer of clothing. They were shouting slogans and struggling to drag several-ton cannons on the frozen hard ground one by one.
Move slowly bit by bit.
Even though the weather was cold, the soldiers were all sweating profusely from exhaustion, with wisps of heat rising from their heads.
From a distance, it looked like a mist hanging over their heads.
They gritted their teeth, tightened their grip on the rope, tensed their muscles, shouted in unison, and struggled to pull the thick rope.
Ten heavy cannons slowly rolled over the frozen soil, leaving deep marks in the rear.
Tens of thousands of Semitic soldiers, wearing armor and holding weapons, formed a dense formation and followed behind the cannon. They stared eagerly at the cannon moving slowly in front.
For them, this is a guarantee of victory.
In order to boost morale, Orlandini had exaggerated the purpose and power of these cannons tenfold and then spread the word. He also told his soldiers that this powerful weapon was personally sent by the high priest.
The excited soldiers had tears in their eyes and howled wildly. Many of them even cut their fingers and swore to God that they would never disappoint the high priest's expectations. They must defend these powerful weapons with their lives and capture the city of Ruman.
.Wash Maple Leaf Danlin with blood. Burn Fantino with fire. Let the great flag of darkness be planted in every corner of the world...
Dozens of dark mages in robes followed closely beside the cannon, directing the soldiers who dragged the cannon.
In order to express themselves, many young officers even took out their whips and beat their soldiers hard, urging them to move faster. They were not afraid at all when they turned back to the battlefield and were shot by the resentful soldiers.
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At the rear of the team, Orlandini, dressed in military uniform, walked with the lich Heis, both of whom had cheerful smiles on their faces.
With the help of these ten heavy cannons, to a large extent, the enemy's weapon advantage could be offset. It also gave him hope of victory in the future.
Now that the army's expedition to Fantino failed, and the army that attacked Ruman on the eastern front also fell into a quagmire, on the entire human continent, only our own army was still left fighting left and right, advancing in triumph.
Now, Orlandini has become the only general in the Semitic invasion army who has achieved a record of success.
Just by being in the limelight right now, he is already the leader, head and shoulders above the others.
As long as he keeps up his efforts and captures Ruman City, with his impressive record, it is not impossible for him to be named the new King of Ruman by the high priest in the future. Even the King of Human Race.
The calculations in his mind were going on when a gust of breeze blew away the faint mist in the distance.
Lich Heiss stopped for a moment, took a serious look at the black figure of the inn in the mist in the distance, and then said: "This distance... should be enough."
Orlandini frowned slightly, then raised his head and looked at it carefully.
Although he had not learned any military ranging methods, based on his years of experience, he could easily determine that it was at least five or six miles from their current position to the enemy's position.
He pondered for a moment, and then whispered: "Should it be closer?"
Lich Heiss shook his head and said: "If you get closer, you will be within the range of human cannons."
Orlandini suddenly realized that the artillery possessed by humans could still destroy his cannons. He immediately made up his mind: Even if a few more soldiers died, he must protect these ten treasures.
At the same time, he made a fist with his left hand and raised it slowly.
The messenger next to him immediately shouted loudly: "Stop~!"
Following the order, officers at all levels also shouted loud slogans.
The soldiers pulling the cannon stopped.
As if they had received an amnesty, they all sat down on the ground and rubbed their sore shoulders. Some even fell to the ground, breathing heavily.
Lich Heis glanced at them coldly, then waved his hands to the dark mages and said: "Take action and start working."
The dark mages stepped forward one after another, driving away the soldiers who fired the cannons like animals, and then began to nervously adjust the angle of the cannons.
Under their constant manipulation, the black muzzle slowly rose.
Then they opened the boxes one by one, carefully pushed the tightly wrapped explosive crystals in through the muzzle, and moved gently and slowly, for fear of making any mistakes.
The exploding crystal is extremely unstable, and if you are not careful, it is very likely that dark mages like them will be blown away.
After loading the propellant, the dark mage put on thick deerskin gloves on his hands, took out black iron balls with both hands, and pushed them into the barrel of the gun.
Then, someone made a final check, adjusted the angle slightly, and then made a ready gesture.
Everyone moved away from the cannon.
There was only one Semitic soldier left next to the cannon who was responsible for firing.
The man was holding a sledgehammer in his hand and standing at the back of the cannon. The order he received was very simple: as soon as the order came, he would raise the sledgehammer in his hand and knock down the back of the cannon.
Originally, this honorable and simple job was performed by dark mages, but now that there are so many cannon fodder, they are naturally happy to pick a scapegoat.
Although their faces could not be seen clearly, through their trembling legs, the Semitic soldiers could tell that they were already trembling with excitement.
Therefore, everyone looked at the ten selected warriors with envy.
Lich Heiss took a look and saw that everything was ready, so he turned his head, looked at Orlandini, and said: "General, please give the order."
Orlandini was still in a daze and said: "Are you ready?"
"Yes. Like I said, the principle of the cannon is very simple, but the technology is very complicated." Lich Heis explained patiently, and then couldn't help but sigh: "Human beings are indeed a race that dares to innovate.
.I never thought before that alchemy could be played like this."
Orlandini was shocked and glanced at him quietly: These words of praise for the human race are not something that can be said casually. If they fall into the ears of a caring person, they will inevitably be reported or something.
But looking at Heis's indifferent expression, he thought for a moment, and in order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, he automatically ignored the second half of the other person's sentence.
He coughed lightly and then looked back at the soldiers behind him.
I saw that they were all looking at the ten cannons in front of the position, eager to see its power.
Orlandini immediately straightened his back, raised his arms high, and shouted loudly: "Get ready...let it go~!"
Following his command, the Semitic soldier behind the cannon raised the hammer in his hand and struck the iron rod at the rear of the cannon hard.
Under the violent impact, the exploding crystal in the barrel exploded, making an earth-shattering noise.
"Boom~!"
Like thunder exploding on the ground.
A large ball of orange flame protruded from the muzzle and sprayed into the air.
The Semitic soldiers were all startled. They did not expect the cannon to be fired with such terrifying force that it would deafen their ears even if they were close.
The huge artillery swayed suddenly. It instantly moved back several feet, leaving a long drag mark on the ground.
The Semitic soldiers didn't care much, they all crossed their legs and looked into the distance, expecting the explosion of fire coming from the Ruman position.
But after a few seconds, the Ruman position fell silent.
Half a minute later, the explosion everyone was waiting for still did not happen.
One minute, five minutes...
At this time, the dark mages had walked up again and reloaded the cannonballs, but there was still no movement from the Ruman people.
Just a strange green thick fog suddenly appeared in front of the Ruman people's position, and then slowly drifted away.
There was a commotion among the Semitic soldiers.
They looked at each other in surprise and asked each other, "What's going on?"
"I don't know~!"
"Is it a dud? Grandma, I know these lichs are unreliable and always miss the mark at critical moments..."
"It's impossible for ten of them not to explode, right?"
"Is this still artillery?"
"..."
While the soldiers were talking about each other, Orlandini was also full of suspicion and asked the Lich Heiss in a low voice: "Is this... okay?"
From his point of view, nothing happened.
Ruman's cannon can shake the mountains and shake the earth when it fires, and explode with blood and flesh flying everywhere. The sound, light and electricity are extremely effective. No matter how you look at it, it makes people feel awesome.
But when it was my turn, a few cannons finally came out, and the sound was earth-shattering, but why didn't they explode?
This feeling is like a person exerting effort to suck milk, but in the end he farts, which is extremely uncomfortable.
Lich Heis stared at the Ruman position in the distance, nodded and said: "That's enough, our artillery shells have begun to exert their power."
"Why didn't I see it?" Orlandini sounded a little unhappy.
Lich Heis pointed forward and said: "That's the green smoke."
"Huh?"
"Fortunately, the north wind is blowing now." The hoarse voice of the lich Heisi let out an unpleasant laugh and said, "If the south wind blows you back, you will suffer a lot."
Orlandini carefully observed the Ruman position, then shook his head and thought to himself: I knew these lichs were unreliable.
Then he said: "Can we attack now?"
"Attack?" Lich Heiss gave him a strange look, chuckled, and said, "Are you crazy? Your people will die before the fog clears."
At this time, ten cannons fired simultaneously again, and the roar shook the heaven and earth.
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Machine gunner Kick and Smit of the 1st Battalion of the Skeleton Division sat behind his treasured machine gun, holding the cold handle in his hand, eyes wide open, searching for the shadow of the enemy through the narrow window.
The cold air kept pouring into his neck, and Kike now felt as if his whole body was frozen.
The deputy next to him kept stamping his feet, holding the magazine in his arms, rubbing his hands quickly. White mist came out of his mouth.
The soldier outside the bunker was lying on the cold ground. His gloved hand held the gun. The other ungloved hand touched the trigger. From time to time, he lowered his head and breathed hot air into his hand to warm his frozen hands.
It has been three hours since they were awakened by the movement of the Semites at night. There were constant noises from the direction of the enemy camp. It was obvious that something big had happened. However, after several hours, the enemy was still not seen.
The shadow of the Semitic people.
Many soldiers yawned repeatedly because they had not slept well.
"It would be much better if I had a drink of wine at this time." The deputy shooter muttered in Kike's ear.
Kike rolled his eyes at him and said: "Be careful if the company commander catches you and beats you to death, and you still want to drink."
"Boss, you don't know that in my hometown, the colder it is, the more I drink strong wine, take a few sips of hot wine, and look at the cold weather outside. This feeling..." The deputy clicked his tongue.
He held his tongue, as if saliva was about to drip out.
Kike felt that the glutton in his stomach was also drawn out. He couldn't help but lick the corner of his mouth and kicked his deputy angrily. He said: "After the battle, I can treat you to a drink at the restaurant in Ruman City. Now
, cheer me up, I don’t want to be killed by a bunch of people with big knives."
The deputy shrugged helplessly and was about to speak...
Suddenly there was a thunderous roar.
The Skeleton Division soldiers in the trench were suddenly stunned and looked at the position ahead.
"The enemy is coming up?" Kike hurriedly lay down in front of the machine gun, clenching his arms and preparing to fire.
But the position in front of him was empty, there was nothing.
"What the hell, who called the artillery?" the Skeleton Division soldiers yelled from outside.
"What's going on? Where is the enemy?"
Just when everyone was confused, the company commander suddenly shouted: "She's under attack, everyone hides~!"
Seeing that his men were still in a daze, looking at him stupidly, the company commander shouted anxiously: "The enemy's artillery fire, conceal it, conceal it~!"
This time the soldiers all understood that it was the Semitic cannons on the opposite side that were firing. When they suddenly heard the news, they were all stunned.
The soldiers of the Skeleton Division have long been accustomed to the generational advantages of their weapons, and have a psychological sense of superiority. We have already used automatic weapons, but you are still stuck in the cold weapon age and will not waver for a hundred years.
Not to mention that the security forces also possess artillery known as the God of War.
No matter how many enemies they face, the soldiers of the security army are never afraid. They believe that the weapons in their hands are difficult for the enemy to defeat.
And it is impossible for the enemies of the security forces to have this kind of weapon in two hundred years.
The confidence in the cash weapons in their hands keeps the morale of the security forces always high, and they never doubt that victory belongs to them.
Because it is impossible for swords to defeat machine guns and cannons. This was said by Lord Lorraine, the flying eagle war god who even dared to stab the high priest.
Moreover, facts have proved that this sentence is not true at all.
In the actual battle the day before yesterday, the Skeleton Division repelled the attack of thousands of Semites with only one battalion, killing a large number of enemies.
The soldiers were certain in their hearts that no matter how many Semites rushed up, they would all fall under their own rifles and artillery fire.
Now when they suddenly heard artillery appeared from the enemy, one can imagine the shock in the hearts of the soldiers.
Before the soldiers had time to think about it, several black dots fell from the sky with a whistling sound, then hit the ground in front of the position with a muffled sound, then spun and jumped, flying forward.
"Hidden~!"
The soldiers immediately retreated into the trenches, holding their heads tightly with their hands, gritting their teeth and preparing to be bombed.
But after a long time, the expected explosion did not come.
Because he was covered by the bunker, Kike didn't have much to worry about when the shells rolled over.
The shells hitting him nearby won't hurt him, and there's no need to worry about the shells hitting the bunker, they'll all explode anyway.
He watched helplessly as several iron balls as big as human heads bounced all the way and stopped not far from the trench.
A few seconds passed, and there was no movement at all, but smoke kept coming out, and there was no explosion.
Kick had seen the early artillery of the security forces, which used this kind of round bullet, and the explosion was always delayed by a few seconds.
But half a minute passed, and the smoke coming out of the shells became even bigger, forming a dense fog that floated close to the ground, but the shells still did not explode.
"What? It's a dud~!" the deputy curled his lips and said disdainfully.
Kike had a bad feeling.
The company commander was holding a revolver in his hand, lying on the edge of the trench, sticking his head out and looking out, also with a puzzled expression on his face.
A layer of green mist floated in front of the position, spreading around and moving slowly.
"What the hell?" The company commander looked around, then waved his hand and said loudly: "Big Qiaomu, gringo, go up and have a look."
"Yes~!", the two soldiers agreed loudly, threw their rifles out of the trench, and then climbed out on their hands and feet.
The two men crouched, one holding a rifle with a knife, and the other holding a shotgun. They moved step by step and cautiously walked towards the shells fired by the enemy.
A gust of cold wind blew, and green mist enveloped the two figures.
The soldiers in the trench stretched their necks and looked forward without blinking, looking at the mist floating a few meters in front of the position.
It was surprisingly quiet, there was no sound at all in the mist, not even the footsteps of the two people could be heard.
The eerie silence gave the soldiers of the Skeleton Division an unspeakable sense of anxiety, as if something was about to happen.
Suddenly, from the green mist, there was a burst of rapid and panicked footsteps.
The two soldiers who had just stepped out of the trench ran back in panic, but they looked a little scary now.
The two men threw away their weapons, their expressions were ferocious, and they grabbed their own throats with both hands. Their eyeballs protruded like dead fish, as if they had seen something terrible. They staggered and fell two meters away from the trench.
On the ground, he was writhing on the ground in pain.
Several people jumped out from the trench, stepped forward, grabbed the clothes of two people, and dragged them into the trench.
The military doctor quickly ran over, tore open the gringo's clothes, pressed on him, and asked urgently: "Where is the injury?"
The two people were rolling on the ground in pain, kicking their feet back and forth, digging out all the soil. The veins in their hands were protruding, and they couldn't hold them down even with the strength of their hands.
There was a coughing sound in his throat. The company commander knelt beside the two people and asked anxiously: "What's going on? What happened?"
Da Qiaomu suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the company commander's arm, raised his neck with all his strength, looked at the company commander with yellowed eyes, struggled and said: "Du, du..."
Then he suddenly had a violent spasm and fell to the ground motionless.
"Beep? What's the beep?" The company commander raised his head in confusion and looked at the green smoke that had drifted to the trench. His expression suddenly changed and he yelled in panic: "It's poisonous, retreat, retreat~!"
It took less than two seconds for Kick to quickly remove the machine gun from the stand and throw it on his shoulder with an angry roar.
The deputy also wanted to collect the machine gun mount, but Kike said urgently: "No, let's go~!"
With that said, he rushed out of the bunker.
The deputy picked up the box containing bullets from the ground, stumbled, got up from the ground using his hands and feet, and ran wildly after Kike.
Kick tightly hugged the heavy machine gun on his shoulder and looked back, only to see green smoke rolling into the trench and swallowing up the running company commander. To be continued.