A layer of mist as white as light gauze floated slowly against the ground, and the green weeds all over the field were covered with crystal clear dewdrops, causing the grass stems to bow their heads.
Under the influence of gravity, the dewdrops slowly slid forward, almost dripping from the grass tips to the ground.
Then a military boot stepped by, and the crystal dew immediately wet his trouser legs.
If you slowly look up from the ground, you will find that it is a soldier of the Ruman Empire.
He was about thirty years old, and his bronze face was covered with weather, but he still had a resolute look on his face, and his bright eyes stared ahead vigilantly.
It was Kike Smit, the gunner of the 1st Battalion, 1st Battalion of the Security Army's Skeleton Division.
Beside him were soldiers also wearing gray uniforms.
They all lowered their bodies, held their breath, and looked nervously at the officer at the front of the team.
The officer was holding a telescope and carefully observing the movements ahead. After a few seconds, the officer waved his hand forward fiercely.
The soldiers of the brigade held their weapons tightly in their hands, lowered their heads, bent their waists, and ran forward quickly and silently.
Kike carried a heavy machine gun on his shoulders, panting heavily, and followed the team forward with the wet soil under his feet.
Next to him, deputy Weir carried a tripod on his back and a box of bullets in each hand. He gritted his teeth and followed him. The heavy burden made the young machine gun deputy sweat profusely.
Looking around, the surroundings are surrounded by gray military uniforms of the security forces.
No one spoke, only the sound of shuffling footsteps and the slight sound of weapons clashing.
While running with the large army, the junior officers silently gestured to the soldiers, urging them to speed up.
These officers were not wielding pistols as usual. They were all holding large-caliber shotguns.
Actual combat has proven that heavy shotguns are much more useful than the revolvers issued by officers.
Especially if you hold the trigger and keep pulling on the handguard, you can shoot out all six shells in the magazine in an instant.
Powerful shotguns fly out like a goddess scattering flowers, covering a three-meter radius.
If you touch it, you will be injured; if you encounter it, you will die.
Strong firepower and huge lethality.
After each round of shooting, a blank area will be left in the enemy's dense formation. Therefore, it is called a battlefield cleaner by the soldiers and is deeply loved by them.
It is precisely because of this that the Semitic army hates and fears soldiers holding shotguns.
In order to boost morale, the Semitic command even issued an order that any enemy soldier caught holding a shotgun could be executed on the spot.
Under the command of the officers, the soldiers ran wildly across a wilderness of more than a mile, then jumped into an abandoned trench. Then they quickly got into position.
The whole process was extremely fast, and no one said a word. Only a slight clicking sound was heard when metal collided.
Out of breath, Weir rolled into the trench. Then he threw the bullet box on the ground, then stretched his hands back, grabbed the tripod on his back, and with a "Hey" forcefully turned the tripod over on his back.
He swung it high above his head and then fell down hard.
With a low impact, the tripod was firmly inserted into the wet soil. Kike quickly pressed the machine gun up and raised the muzzle to aim forward.
The riflemen lay down on the trench and stretched out of the trench with their bayonet-mounted rifles.
But they could see nothing but white mist in front of them, and everything around them was completely silent.
The soldiers of the security army all looked solemn, and from time to time they raised their heads and looked at the sky above them.
Soon after, the sun jumped from the horizon and turned from red to bright.
The bright sunshine dispersed the fog on the surface, revealing an endless wilderness in front of the soldiers.
Kike could clearly see that two or three miles away from them, on the ruins of the former inn, the Semitic military flag was flying.
The enemy is right there~!
Beside him, Weir nervously clenched the cross around his neck, stared at the Semitic position in front of him, and kept mumbling to himself: "When will it start, when will it start..."
Kick turned to look at him, raised his hand and patted Weir's shoulder hard, angrily asking him to shut his mouth. Although Weir's voice was extremely low and impossible for the enemy to hear, the noise made him a little upset.
During the tense wait, the time passed by minute by second. Even the company commander took out his pocket watch and lay in his hand. He looked down at it every minute and the hands slowly slid towards nine o'clock.
The company commander swallowed and put the whistle in his mouth.
As the minute hand set at twelve, a red signal flare rose into the air from behind, spreading a striking light across the battlefield.
Then countless red flares rose from the Ruman position.
In the next moment, a long and sharp chirping sound came from the sky.
The sound passed over Kick's head and flew forward.
Kick looked up and could vaguely see black spots flying across the sky.
That was the rear artillery firing covering fire to clear the way for them.
The shells whizzed past their heads and fell into the Semitic position.
Boom boom boom boom...
A series of huge explosions came immediately.
Countless clouds of gunpowder smoke rose into the sky, instantly covering the enemy's position.
The sound of artillery continued continuously, and Kike, who was lying in the trench, could feel the ground shaking.
After half an hour of fire preparation, at 9:30, the sound of artillery fire stopped on time.
The company commander suddenly blew the whistle in his mouth, and the sharp whistle echoed in the trench.
He jumped out of the trench quickly, and under the gaze of the soldiers, he raised the shotgun high, then swung it forward and shouted: "Attack~!"
Immediately, he took long strides and rushed towards the Semitic position.
"Kill~!" the soldiers shouted at the same time, jumped up from the trench, and ran forward quickly with their weapons in hand.
On the battlefield surrounding Ruman City, the shouts of Ruman soldiers sounded almost at the same time. The shouts of hundreds of thousands of people gathered together and echoed across the earth.
The shouts of killing alarmed the residents of Ruman City. They opened their closed doors one after another, looked to the north, crossed themselves on their chests, and prayed devoutly for the soldiers to win.
Everyone knows that the counterattack has begun, and now is the final decisive battle, where victory or defeat depends on it.
Kike skillfully removed the machine gun, put it on his shoulder again, and rushed forward following the footsteps of his comrades.
A few minutes later, the security soldiers approaching the Semitic trenches began to fight with the enemy.
Countless arrows flew out of the trench, passed through the air as a high projectile, and then landed on the heads of the security soldiers.
The soldiers were not polite, took out the grenade, pulled the string, and threw it towards the trench.
With several rumbling explosions, the Semitic soldiers rushed out of the trench screaming, waving their swords, and rushed towards the security forces.
As long as the distance is shortened, the firearms in the hands of the security forces will lose their effectiveness.
By closing the distance, the Semites can make up for the huge gap between the weapons of the two sides, and use the most bloody and primitive hand-to-hand combat to teach these arrogant security forces a bloody lesson.
In the past, they had had several battles like this. Through hand-to-hand combat, the battle damage ratio between the two sides was reduced to one to one.
The security soldiers looked around and realized that they were rushing too fast and the troops behind them had not caught up.
Seeing the enemies pouring out like a tide from the opposite side, they turned around in fear and ran away. While retreating, they pulled the trigger on the Semitic soldiers opposite.
The Semitic soldiers fell one after another, but more people rushed out of the trenches.
Seeing the Semitic soldiers rushing out with loud shouts, the company commander immediately pointed in a direction and nervously shouted: "Machine gun, quick, put the machine gun here."
Kick and Weir hurried over, took only a few seconds to set up the machine guns, and then fired at the enemy positions in the ruins.
The sound of machine gunfire suddenly rang out.
Opposite him, the Semites fell to the ground like weeds that had been cut down.
After leaving corpses on the ground, they retreated back like an ebbing tide and hid in the trench again.
After several months of repeated fighting, there was not even a complete brick or tile left in the North Station, and the so-called ruins were just a bulging mound of earth.
Under the cover of cross machine gun fire, the assaulting soldiers got close enough again and began to throw grenades into the trenches.
After an explosion of smoke rose from the Semitic trenches, commandos armed with shotguns rushed into the enemy's trenches, fired quickly, and loaded their guns.
Under the fierce firepower of shotguns, the Semitic soldiers in the trenches could not get closer to them.
The Semites quickly jumped out of the trenches and retreated north.
The company commander waved his hand and shouted: "Chase, charge forward~!"
The soldiers jumped over the trenches and over the ruins, chasing the enemy's footsteps. Kick and Weir once again disassembled the machine guns and followed the charge.
He knew that this did not mean that they had won.
The Semites also learned enough experience in the continuous fighting. As soon as the Rumans attacked, they retreated after a little resistance, then continued to resist in the next trench, and continued to retreat after being attacked...
Until the Rumans exhausted all their energy and stopped, they would regain the lost positions through night battles or raids from the left and right wings.
The two sides are engaged in a tug-of-war with no end in sight.
But Kike knew that today's situation was different from the past, and this would be the last decisive battle.
In the north where the security forces could not see, the northern elite of Ruman led by Marquis Maleton stabbed the Semites from behind.
The situation of the Semitic people suddenly changed dramatically.
Orlandini was horrified when he found himself surrounded by the Rumans. He nervously mobilized his troops to resist the Rumans coming from the north and tried hard to maintain the front.
For Kike and others, the most intuitive manifestation is that the Semitic people are becoming increasingly unable to resist.
In the past, the farther north they fought, the stronger the Semitic resistance became.
But today, Kike and the others fought five or six miles in one breath, recaptured multiple trenches, and fought their way back to the first line of defense that they originally deployed.
The Semites simply retreated, and fewer and fewer of them fled north.
The soldiers of the security army knew clearly that this meant that the enemy could no longer withstand it.
Ammunition was replenished at noon and after a hearty battlefield lunch, the soldiers of the Skeleton Division continued to attack northward. Then they encountered the first hard-to-gnaw bone.
The Semites built a nearly ten-meter-high earth fortress behind the battle line. The south-facing side was an almost vertical wall, which was difficult to climb. The Semites stood high on the wall and kept firing arrows downwards.
The soldiers exchanged fire with the enemy beyond the range of their bows and arrows. Kick combined his machine guns and fired at the Semites on the wall. The bullets hit the earthen wall and splashed up pieces of mud, but it was difficult to hit the Semites hiding behind.
The dense rain of arrows blocked the advance of the first battalion of the Skeleton Division.
The battalion commander was furious as he watched from the rear. In order to prevent a certain unit from rushing too deep into the enemy's position and being dumped by the Semites, the requirements for the offensive front formed by each unit's attack must be consistent.
If his first battalion stops here, the attacking troops on the left and right flanks will have to stop and wait for him.
The first thing the commander of the first battalion thought of was the artillery. He said to the orderer without looking back: "Go call the artillery and blow him up~!"
The messenger promised and ran to the rear quickly, but ten minutes later he brought bad news. The fortress was beyond the range of the artillery. The artillery in the rear was adjusting their positions, but this took time.
The artillerymen dragged out the artillery and re-arranged their positions. It would be evening at the earliest.
While the battalion commander was running around anxiously, an engineer captain appeared in front of them.
He raised his hand and saluted the commander of the first battalion and said: "The third company of the engineering battalion came for reinforcements on the order of the regiment commander."
"Great~!" The commander of the first battalion jumped up happily. The engineer battalion was nicknamed the demolition team, and it was best at demolishing houses and blowing up walls.
However, because of the high technical content of the work, the whole battalion is made up of technical soldiers, who are treated like treasures by the division commander and will not go to the front line easily.
At this moment, a whole company was sent to him, which shows that the superiors attach great importance to this battle.
"Is there any way you can get rid of it?" the battalion commander asked anxiously, pointing to the fortress a few hundred meters away.
The commander of the engineer company raised his telescope and observed it carefully for a moment, then said: "It's not small... It looks like it's probably an enemy headquarters there."
"Of course I know this~!" The battalion commander was so anxious that he almost went crazy and said, "I'm asking you if you can get rid of it."
The engineer company commander thought for a moment, then shook his head and said: "It's difficult. The base of this earth wall is several meters thick. The best way is to pile up explosives at the foot of the fortress. But in the current situation, my people are very difficult.
It’s difficult to transport explosives up there.”
"Can we just wait for the artillery to arrive?"
The engineer company commander's eyes suddenly lit up and he said: "It's not impossible..."
The battalion commander grabbed the captain tightly and said loudly: "Come on, if we can get rid of it, I will invite all the brothers in the company to go to Payton for a drink."
"A new thing has been transported from the rear. It should be of some use to it. Just wait and I'll get them over." He dropped these words and quickly headed towards the rear.
While the officers and soldiers of the first battalion waited anxiously, hundreds of people from the engineering company carefully escorted several vehicles to the front line and began to assemble the iron frames on the spot.
Kike, who temporarily retreated, was holding a cigarette in his mouth and watching the excitement from behind. He saw the sloping rails arranged neatly, aiming at the fortress in front.
"What? It's just a rocket." Kike, a well-informed veteran, said familiarly.
Weir had seen the spectacular scene when hundreds of rockets were launched, and was deeply impressed by that day. Hearing this, he squeezed forward.
I saw the engineers taking out cylinders more than two feet long from the crates, placing them on the rails and inserting wide elastic wings.
The engineer company commander stared at these small rockets as if they were treasures, and said leisurely: "The 36-year-old 107mm rockets just came out last month.
It is simple to deploy and easy to carry. A single soldier can carry one and fire it when placed on a mound. The charge is more than the largest caliber artillery shell. Simply put, it is an artifact that accompanies the front line in offensive attacks."
Three simple iron frames were spaced more than ten meters apart, forming an arc around the city, surrounding the Semitic fortress from three sides.
Ten rockets were neatly placed on each iron frame. The engineers connected the leads and pulled them far to the rear.
The engineer company commander took out his lighter, looked up and saw soldiers lingering a few dozen meters behind the iron frame. He waved to them and said loudly: "Stay back, it's dangerous. I'll keep it all back."
The soldiers retreated twenty or thirty meters. The engineer company commander rolled his eyes in anger and said loudly: "Let me tell you, this is a test object. It may fly somewhere. I am not responsible for killing it~"
As soon as these words came out, all the soldiers shouted and ran back, hiding far behind the engineers.
The engineer company commander lit the lighter and pressed it on the fuse, and the fuse that emitted white smoke quickly burned.
Half a minute later, the rocket on the iron frame let out a scream like a ghost, and sprayed out a flame several meters long from its tail. It flew out of the iron frame in the blink of an eye, dragging its fiery red tail and flew towards the Semitic fortress.
It leaves a trail of gray-white smoke behind it.
Thirty rockets were fired within a minute. At such a close distance, almost all of them hit the enemy's fortress. Amidst the deafening explosions, the tall earthen fortress was instantly completely enveloped in smoke.
In the explosion, clods of earth and broken human bodies flew into the air and scattered around.
Of course, not all rockets hit the target. The soldiers saw with their own eyes that a rocket lost its direction after being abolished, spiraled in circles, and fell several hundred meters away from the fortress.
The smoke and dust slowly dispersed, and the tall Semitic fortress seemed to have been chewed hard by a big mouth. Only the lower half was left, and the scattered soil around it was piled up more than one meter high.
The soldiers who had been waiting for a long time shouted and rushed forward, easily boarding the dilapidated fortress. However, there were no more living people to be seen here, and there were half-buried corpses everywhere in the soil.
After rushing through the fortress, the soldiers suddenly saw a clear vision. On the ground not far away, a dozen thick black cylinders pointed toward the sky.
The soldiers of the Skeleton Division were stunned for a moment, and then showed expressions of surprise. Those thick black iron cylinders should be the enemy's cannons.
A group of black figures jumped out of the cannons and rushed towards the sky. The dark mage looking at these cannons was about to escape.
When the soldiers of the Skeleton Division rushed forward to capture these cannons, a large cloud of green smoke suddenly exploded from behind the artillery group. Thick poisonous gas spread rapidly against the ground. It was unknown who detonated the poisonous gas bombs on the ground.
The soldiers of the Skeleton Division turned around and ran away in fear, but they were too close to the cannon and the poison gas spread much faster than they could run.
Seeing that hundreds of reckless soldiers were about to be swallowed by the poisonous gas, a white figure suddenly fell from the sky, and a gust of wind followed his figure and swept from behind the Skeleton Division soldiers.
The strong wind blew soil and grass leaves flying all over the sky, and the soldiers could not even stand still.
The green poisonous gas was instantly blown into the sky by the strong wind and dissipated quickly.
When the wind slowly subsided, the soldiers saw that in the middle of the poisonous mist, a young man in white grabbed the dark mage by the neck and lifted him high.
The dark mage's legs trembled crazily in the air. The man in white contracted his fingers slightly and easily broke the dark mage's neck. The dead dark mage's legs hung down weakly.
The man in white put the body of the dark mage aside, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands in disgust.
Several black figures fell from the sky at high speed and hit the ground directly. Most people would have been smashed to pieces, but these people stood on the ground unscathed.
One of the young men had flaming red hair. He looked down at the body of the dark mage on the ground, and said with a joking smile: "This doesn't count, you still don't have as much as me."
Then he shot out like a cannonball and instantly turned into a black spot in the sky, leaving ordinary soldiers on the ground looking on in shock.
In one day, the Rumans pushed the front ten miles northward, and more than a hundred legions of Ruman soldiers surrounded Orlandini and his main force from all sides.