Chapter 1376 The Battle of Ruman (six, ask for a monthly ticket)
Suddenly, they heard that the enemy had used poison gas on a large scale and then easily broke through their own defense lines. Inside the headquarters, the staff officers all felt heavy in their hearts, and there was a vague sense of ominous premonition.
Although these young officers will all be the backbone of the Imperial Army in the future, that is still a matter of the future.
Now, they can only receive a salary of three to five gold coins a month at most. And it's not a fat job like logistics. Therefore, although they can't starve to death, they often don't have enough money to spend.
We can't go to any high-end entertainment venues, so when we have nothing to do, we can only stay in a certain tavern, tease the coquettish proprietress, and then talk nonsense and brag to pass the time.
When they were bragging 13, these bastards once learned the so-called "Huashan Sword Theory" and ranked a ranking list of the military strength of the various countries of the human race - later, there were a few clever bastards among them, and they even made a fortune
Qian, I sorted out what I had been bragging about for a while, and started a military journal called "Jane's Defense", which received orders from military personnel from various countries.
On that ranking list, the first one, no need to ask, is naturally the legion of the Ruman Empire.
Within the Ruman Empire Legion, the second ranked one is the Nai'an Legion under Lord Luo.
You must know that this is not a disparagement, but a high praise, because the combat power of this legion is only ranked below the Imperial City Guard Corps, which is universally recognized as the strongest army in the world.
Within the empire, it can basically be said that there is no opponent of the same magnitude.
But now, such a powerful army equipped with a large number of firearms, which can easily defeat all the armies of the same era, actually lost the battle, and in just a few hours, the enemy broke through the defense line.
In other words, no army within the empire can withstand the enemy's attack~!
In the past, when faced with the enemy's sudden emergence of a new type of killer weapon, everyone would not have been too worried. Even if they had lost a few battles and lost 35,000 to 50,000, they would not have cared too much.
They even used the vast space in the interior of the empire to trade space for time - commonly known as retreating all the way - to find the weaknesses of the enemy's army. Then take corresponding measures.
I believe that with the empire’s strong scientific research capabilities and magic research level, we can definitely find a corresponding way to counter the enemy~!
If this fails, we will launch unrestricted warfare, dispatch a large number of guerrillas, and disrupt the enemy's supply transportation lines, forcing the enemy to retreat in the end.
Back then, before Lord Luo, the flying eagle god of war, was born, this was what everyone did when they faced General Hadou, the best general in the world.
And facts have proven that the effect is very good, even quite good.
But... But now the enemy is only fifty miles away from Ruman City. At this time, they suddenly showed their trump card.
If the enemy's army attacks, it only takes one day and night to reach the city.
A day and night is just a day and night.
Faced with this kind of weapon suddenly brought out by the enemy, how could it be possible to develop a method to crack it in just one day and night?
If the enemy takes advantage of the victory and pursues them, they approach the city of Ruman, and then use cannons to blast the poisonous gas into the city.
Then, the capital of the empire will inevitably fall like that inn.
And the consequences of this situation will be catastrophic.
Ruman City is not just a city, but like the Fantino Maple Leaf Forest, it has great symbolic significance.
Once it falls into the hands of the enemy, it means that the enemy is so powerful that even the most powerful country in the human race cannot defeat it.
Then there will inevitably be countless traitors who will jump out at the first opportunity and act as lackeys for the demons.
One is ebbing and the other is ebbing, and the balance of power changes fundamentally.
With the help of those traitors, the enemy could capture Maple Leaf Danlin, Fantino, and even the entire continent without even needing that kind of weapon.
All these officers have always been proud of possessing advanced weapons. They even respected cannon as the god of war. But now, seeing this weapon in the hands of the enemy, they feel extremely hateful.
It turns out that this kind of weapon is such a headache.
In the depressing atmosphere, someone asked in a low voice: "Can the war fortress be used for air strikes?"
A voice next to him replied in a low voice: "It's impossible. The demons have intensified the air raids on Maple Castle, and they can't escape. Lord Luo is also under huge pressure..."
The sounds from behind can no longer be heard.
At this time, a phone suddenly rang.
Everyone couldn't help but be shocked.
Then an officer hurried over and picked it up.
He listened for a while. Then holding the phone in one hand, he raised his head and shouted loudly to the Grand Duke: "Report to Your Highness that the 7th Battalion of the Skeleton Division in Sampo Manor has also been attacked by poison gas and has retreated to Shire Town."
A cold light flashed in the Grand Duke's eyes, he immediately stood up, briefly scanned the huge military map, and immediately found the location of Sambo Manor.
He took a pen and slightly compared the distance between the inn station and Sampo Manor on the map, and said in a deep voice: "Grandma, the reaction of the demons is fast enough."
In just one morning, the Semites had broken through ten miles in the north and passed the first line of defense.
The distance from Sambo Manor to Ruman City is only less than forty miles.
The Grand Duke couldn't help but smile slightly. Then he took a few steps back and looked at the map.
I saw that on the map, his original strategy was clearly marked with huge red and blue colors.
The huge red arrows on both sides represent the locations of dozens of Ruman legions.
They came from the east and west sides of the demon clan, like a giant pliers, and surrounded the demon army in the middle.
At this time, their roundabout operations are already halfway through. It only takes at most two days to complete them all.
Once the army is surrounded, all the blue ones in the middle representing the demons will be wiped out. Their original arrow pointing to Ruman City looks a bit ridiculous.
However, the demons suddenly obtained new weapons. Their combat power suddenly increased. At this time, in his eyes, the blue arrow pointing to Ruman City suddenly became ferocious.
"Is it really necessary to carry out a strategic shift..." The Grand Duke hesitated for a moment.
At this moment, Maris, who had gone out for reconnaissance, came back.
Seeing the joking expression on his face, the Grand Duke couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: Does he have any good way to fight against the enemy's poison gas warfare?
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Due to the shortage of personnel, the first battalion of the Skeleton Division did not rest and recuperate after retreating from the North Station. Instead, it was deployed behind the second line of defense.
Machine gunner Kick's company was among the first in the army to be attacked by poison gas. Being caught off guard, the company suffered heavy losses.
Including the company commander, eighty people were killed.
Only a few machine gun groups were left, and they managed to escape due to the cover of the bunker. The entire First Battalion suffered a heavy loss of 140 people.
For the powerful Naian Army, this was an unprecedented defeat.
Kick and several other machine gun teams were organized into another company to continue fighting. In this battle, it was impossible to replenish the troops. The new recruits were all in the rear, and no one was training them anymore.
Soldiers from the two divisions of the Security Army were killed one by one. Every casualty made the officers with flowers on their shoulders feel pain.
Therefore, the first battalion was placed behind the battle line by the division commander. The third battalion of the standard guard division now replaced them and guarded the position in front of them.
Not long after noon, after a hasty field lunch, the soldiers of the first battalion lay weakly in the trench, cursing the viciousness of the demons.
At this time, the sun shines through the gaps in the thick clouds, bringing a little warmth to the earth.
After the rapid retreat in the morning and the excitement, after calming down, a sense of fatigue came over me.
Kick pressed his hands on his treasured machine gun, squinted his eyes and stared into the distance, and suddenly said to his deputy, Vere: "Tell me, what should we do if the demon bastards fire gas bombs again?"
There was a trace of fear on Weir's young and immature face. He had already heard the horror of poisonous gas. There were only about thirty of them left in his entire company. If Kick hadn't urged him, he might have died.
The front line.
"Retreat?" he said naa-na. With a bitter expression on his face and a depressed mood, he said: "There is no order from above to retreat when encountering gas bombs. We can't stay where we are. We will be poisoned to death by them."
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Kike roared angrily, then kicked the soil in the trench hard, and said: "Withdraw? Where to retreat? Do we have to withdraw all the way to Ruman City? What if the enemy hits Ruman City?"
"I..." The deputy was hesitating.
A sudden rumble of thunder came from the distance.
The soldiers were stunned for a moment, then immediately grabbed their weapons and lay down on the trench.
They had heard this sound once in the morning, and it was unforgettable. It was the sound of Semitic artillery fire.
The sound of their artillery is duller than that of the Ruman artillery, which is easy to distinguish.
"Damn it, these bastards, it's gas bombs again~!" An officer straddled the trench, holding up his binoculars and looking at the friendly positions a few miles away.
Through the telescope, you can clearly see a green mist suddenly appearing on the ground there, sticking to the ground and slowly spreading around.
"It's this damn thing~!" the commander of the Ninth Company said through gritted teeth - several people in his company were poisoned to death because they retreated a few steps too late in the morning.
He angrily raised the revolver in his hand and fired two random shots into the distance, as if to kill the poisonous gas.
At this time, I saw a group of black figures in the distance suddenly running out of the ground and running towards this side quickly. They were people from the Third Battalion of the Flag Guard Division.
Following the orders of Archduke Julian, they quickly evacuated the trenches.
Then there was another low sound of artillery, and more poison gas bombs were fired into the front positions.
The green mist quickly doubled in size, covering an area of more than one mile.
On this windless noon, the poisonous gas condensed on the ground without dissipating, crawling on the ground and rolling slowly.
However, this is not without its benefits.
Although the third battalion gave up the defense, the demon soldiers did not dare to pursue them because of the poisonous fog.
They could only stay far back and wait for the poisonous fog to dissipate.
The third battalion ran wildly across the tawny fields and retreated to the first battalion's position.
The soldiers of the Guards Division, with an eagle flag embroidered on their armbands, jumped into the trench, with black sweat mixed with mud on their faces, lying on the trench, breathing heavily.
Kike looked at his comrade, then raised his chin at him and said, "Isn't the poisonous gas unpleasant to you?"
"Damn, it's so frustrating to retreat without seeing the enemy." The soldier of the flag guard spat heavily as he looked at the poisonous mist in the distance.
He gritted his teeth, tightened the rifle in his hand and said fiercely: "If it's a demon, I'm not afraid of ten thousand or ten thousand. With my marksmanship, I can kill at least ten or twenty demon bastards."
But how do you fight this son of a bitch’s poisonous fog?”
Kick also nodded with deep sympathy, sighed, frowned and said worriedly: "Yes, how should we fight this battle?"
Then he turned around and glanced at the battalion commanders behind him. The battalion commanders of the first and third battalions were in a group. Both of them had depressed expressions on their faces. It was obvious that they were helpless against the poisonous gas of the demons.
Especially the 3rd Battalion of the Flag Guard Division. They lost their position without firing a single shot and without even seeing the enemy's face. The battalion commander was so aggrieved that he wanted to vomit blood and was so angry that he kept spinning in circles like a donkey.
Time passed while the soldiers waited helplessly. After a few hours, the poisonous gas dissipated little by little, and the Semites appeared on the position abandoned by the third battalion, waving their lightning flags vigorously from left to right and holding their weapons high.
, cheering and cheering non-stop.
"The enemy has occupied the second line of defense, what should we do?" the deputy nervously grabbed Kike's shoulder and asked.
Kike stared ahead expressionlessly, and said dullly: "What else can I do? Wait."
As time goes by, the sky is getting darker slightly, and the cold north is blowing slowly.
There was silence on the battlefield. None of the soldiers spoke. They just looked ahead blankly, as if waiting for something.
A low roar suddenly sounded from the north.
"Damn~!"
"Damn demons."
The soldiers' curses rang out in the trenches.
More than a dozen black shadows fell from the sky and landed far away from the trenches. Thick green smoke emerged and drifted southward with the cold wind.
"Retreat, retreat~!"
"Everyone retreats to position four."
"Hurry. Hurry. If you don't want to die, hurry up."
"..."
The officers shouted orders.
The soldiers scrambled out of the trenches, ran across the wilderness carrying their weapons, and rushed to the preset positions in the rear.
Kike carried a heavy machine gun on his thick shoulders. He glanced back with an unwilling expression on his face and said angrily: "Damn you demon bastard, don't let me catch you."
Several battalions of soldiers on the front were retreating all day, and thousands of soldiers were running wildly in the wilderness like a large group of frightened rabbits.
Kick carried the machine gun and ran, cursing loudly and breathing heavily. At this time, he suddenly saw a strange person appearing not far away.
He was wearing a beautiful white coat only worn by nobles, and his long flaxen hair was slightly fluttering in the cold wind. He was walking leisurely northward through the dense crowd of soldiers.
His face had the casual expression often seen among aristocratic young men, as if he was out for an outing.
This outfit would be normal if it appeared at a noble banquet, but when it appears on the battlefield, it is indescribably weird.
The soldiers looked at this strange man in surprise. Some of them ran and warned loudly and friendlyly: "Brother, don't go there, there is poisonous gas over there."
The man didn't seem to hear him and walked over on his own.
When he passed by Kike, Kike, who was running and huffing, looked at him and suddenly shouted: "Hey, don't go there, someone will die."
The weird man turned his head and glanced at Kike, suddenly smiled, and stopped where he was. The poisonous gas was moving southward, blown by the north wind, a hundred or ten meters away from them.
Suddenly, an officer's shout came from ahead.
"Everyone, listen, stop where you are."
"Stand on alert and prepare to fight."
The well-trained soldiers did not hesitate, immediately stopped, turned around, knelt on one knee, raised their rifles and pointed to the north.
Weir threw the tripod to the ground, then stepped down hard, stamping the legs into the soil. Kick held the machine gun in both hands and pressed it on the tripod.
After the deputy inserted the magazine, Kike immediately held the handle of the machine gun and prepared for battle.
The young deputy raised his head and glanced at the poisonous mist not far away, and said nervously: "Why do you stop here? The poisonous gas is coming soon."
"I don't know," Kike licked his lips nervously and said, "But you just have to obey the orders."
The weird man in white was standing on the ground ten meters in front of Kike.
Kike whistled, waved to him, and said: "Hey, come back quickly, don't stand in front of the gun."
The handsome young man glanced back, suddenly raised his arms high and pushed forward hard.
"Isn't this guy a lunatic?" Looking at his fool-like movements, Kick thought there must be something wrong with this guy.
Suddenly, a howling sound of strong wind sounded from behind them.
The strong wind blew grass blades and dust from behind Kike, and the dust in the sky made the sky darken instantly.
A strong wind blew through the position without warning, blowing away the poisonous gas floating in front of the position.
Everything is like a miracle.
The soldiers stared dumbly at the poisonous gas being blown away, and suddenly burst into loud cheers.
"The God of Light appears~!"
"Father God bless you."
"God bless me Ruman~!"
"..."
The young deputy pulled out the cross from his neck, put it to his mouth and kissed him repeatedly. He excitedly said "The God of Light appears" several times, then he patted Kike hard on the shoulder and laughed and said, "You saw it."
Well, even the weather is helping us.”
Kike looked at the back of the young man and frowned. He did not think that this was God's help. It was probably because of this weird man's strange movements that he caused this gust of wind.
At this time, sharp whistles sounded all around, and the battalion commander waved his revolver toward the sky and roared: "Brothers, kill the demon bastards and follow me~!"
"Counterattack, kill back~!"
"Take back the position."
"Kill~!"
The security soldiers, who had been holding fire in their hearts for a long time, roared in unison, jumped up, pointed their rifles, and rushed forward with shouts.
The roar of artillery followed, and the shells flew over the heads of the security soldiers with a shrill whistle, hitting the Semites in front.
At the same time, the shouts of the Ruman people also came from the left and right wings. Under the command of the Grand Duke, the northern defenders counterattacked across the board.